My contacts were killing me

Last night I went on a run. I needed to. The dog's separation anxiety is back in full force and my stress level has suddenly gone off the charts for reasons I can't talk about here. It's all going to pass, but in the meantime I needed to get my heart pumping.

There was a slight problem. The wind was insane. The palm trees looked like they were going to snap off. Palm fronds were littering the streets and sidewalks. The sky looked like armagedon, but there I was running with a little black dog.

It was so totally worth it because I gorged on a cheeseburger and 3 vodka tonics for dinner at the HMS Bounty. I needed a little meat and vodka in addition to heart pumping, I guess.

Here's some old stats I haven't put in here:
4/21 - Run 2.1 miles, pilates
4/22 - Run 2.1 miles
4/24 - Walk 3.69 miles with Catherine

4/29 - Run 2.6 miles

5/7 - Walk 3.7 miles
5/8 - Run 2.1 miles

5/13 - Run 2.1 miles
5/14 - Run 1 miles, walk 3.6 miles

5/19 - Run 1 mile, walk 3.6 miles
5/21 - Run 2.1 miles