Something foolish

I said I might do something foolish.
Today, after work, I ran for the first time since last Saturday and just this side of some kind of stomach issue.

6.25 miles. Somewhere near 1:45. I quit timing at 1:30. This run sucked. It was about 1000 degrees outside. Blazing sun-no shade. My legs were tired. I felt real muscle fatigue for the first time in ages. A few hours after the run, and a few beers later, I still didn't like it.
But I'm glad I did it all the same. I needed to get out there. I just might do something foolish again tomorrow... maybe.