...and I dropped off the edge of it.
I am still alive, I've just been pissy and upset about not being able to work out so anything I wrote for this blog just became an angry rant (which can be a very fun time but not this time). Happily, I went for a run last night. Perhaps 'slow dragging of my barely breathing carcass' would be a better description than 'run', but I did it and I didn't die. More importantly, my knee didn't give out on me.
There's hope yet!
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