After our hot-tub date, I was so exhausted that I went to bed at 9:00 and didn't do any reading before turning off the light. I think I was passed out by 9:03. Niiiice. Unfortunately, my 90-minute run on Sunday — which included distance, hard hills, and speedwork, plus negative splits — jacked up my foot something awful. I thought the side-bone of my left foot was all healed but apparently I was mistaken. Good thing I still have a sports-medicine doctor appointment on Friday. Good Friday, indeed. Now, I have a bandage wrapped around my foot, which means in this pouring-down rain, the only shoes I can wear are my Birkenstocks. Ahh, life, you torment me so.