today after ‘work’ i had a quick look around the shops for some running gear (inverted commas used because i don’t work on wednesday, so even though i went in i didn’t get paid. and probably could have done what i needed to do via phone / email, though i didn’t realise that until i got in. annoying).
anyway, i came home empty handed, and went for a run in my still-dirty-from-last-time running clothes (don’t judge: i’ve been busy and the weather has been shitty).
and then i hurt my leg. okay, so i hurt it on the weekend but thought that it was better. i guess not. it’s just a strain, or a pulled muscle or something (are they the same thing? who knows). nothing major, but enough that i limped home barely halfway through my run. lame-o.
anyway, the reason for this (incredibly self-centred) story is basically to give the above clothes context. or a narrative. or something. not that they need it.
Oh the injured leg is a running injury. How annoying. That tends to happen to me when it is colder. I do hope you make it to the hairdresser, though. At least if you have a sore leg you can have pretty hair.