I ran to work this morning. Yes, you read that right. I got up at around 5:30 a.m. feeling anxious thinking am I really going to do this? But I did it! I strapped my backpack on and took off into the morning darkness thinking ugh, while my I pod was blaring Sweet Nothing by Florence Welch. You would think it would be easier to jam out and run but somehow it still doesn't make it any more pleasant.

Did I run slow? Yep! Did my calves kill me? Of course. Did my feet go numb? Well, yes they did. Will I be doing this more? Probably not till I can actually get this whole calf problem under control. Great way to start a Friday though, plus, I get to go drink a few brewskis tonight and not feel guilty about it.