Saturday, Parkrun and Pooped

My feet hate me. My knees hate me. I still managed to make it. It was wet as all get-out and Miss Chaos and I needed dry socks after the thing.

I had entertained the idea of wearing my beach shoes when it's that wet, but my feet would never forgive me for doing that. Drat it.

If I wanted to do all my self-maintenance, I'd have to wake up at two in the morning. I just can't do that, so I don't.

I won't be doing that tomorrow morning for the exact same reason. Not enough hours in my day.

I can try to look after my feet in the evening, but no guarantees.

I'm already tired, but I'm going to get my offerings out there very soon.

Stay tuned.