Bright hot 11 pm. This whole night feels like friction and scrapes. I'm really past ready to be running again. My muscle does an excellent job of being really chill right up until the point where I'm ready to jump into things again, and then waking me up in the middle of the night. Race in 5 weeks--I guess everyone loves a comeback story, or a trainwreck. I feel restless and dirty and hungry.

I'm so glad to be heading north tomorrow, even just for an unpractical short period. I want to jog with my mom and pick tomatoes and see my dumb deer and drink wine and go four-wheeling with Skippy and Chels.