A week and a half left until I can run again. I can make it. In my attempt not lose too much fitness, I went to the park and walked. It was painful as I got passed by several runners. I wanted to break into a sprint and pass them as I shouted “I ran a marathon”. I’m sure it is just in my disillusioned mind that people were wondering why I was walking, not running.
I’m also not sure why man with three dogs was shouting hello at me, even though I had head phones on? Clearly I can’t hear him. Why not wave? Makes sense to me. I walked a little over 2 miles, and thankfully didn’t get hit by any of those crazy “bikers” everyone is talking about. After walking I went to dinner at BW3’s with my brother and dad. I think we sat in Dan’s private booth, and Steven got to try the Buffalito’s they always rave about. I had a salad.
