The plan was to go for a run after work, get away from my desk and burn off some stress with a light tempo run through the neighbourhood.
The Kid’s schedule dictated supper for 530, which turned out to leave me no time before eating.
My anxiety turned into a stomach ache so I rested for a bit before crashing for a early evening nap around 615.
I pulled myself out of slumberland around 7 and wallowed in some residual self-pity for about 20 minutes.
And finally, just shy of 730 I laced up and slogged out a painful five klicks.