Spontaneous combustion

I've got nothing, except an apparently busted right foot from trying to avoid taking a face plant on the trails today at West Hill. The flexor tendons/muscles on the bottom of my foot under my big toe hurt like a sunavbitch just sitting here, as well as when I get up to walk around. Tomorrow may be an unplanned day off if things don't turn around over night, or I may just chop off my leg below the knee and hope it regenerates as a structurally sound and fully functioning limb. Hey, it works for starfish.

Quote of the day:

"To be honest with you, nothing has replaced what running was to me. Nothing has given me that same charge, that same high."
- Jack Fultz, 1976 Boston Marathon champion