I should've gone to futsal tonight but instead I stayed home because I had an awesome idea for my portfolio site that I *needed* to work one. Anyhoo, I decided I'd better go for a run so I put on my favourite pair of trackies and set out for a run towards Fujieda.

Oh man... I need to run more. I remember when I did cross country back in high school and I could run forever, or at least faster than the kids who smoked. Not no more. My body feels old. But I have noticed I have a lot more energy lately. I really pushed myself as I ran, ignoring the tiredness, eventually making it well into Fujieda territory before deciding I'd better run back. It was all going so well until my shoe caught on a drain and I fell flat on my face like a pancake hitting a frying pan. Not my finest moment. I ripped a hole in my trackies so I had to put antiseptic and a bandage on my bleeding knee (the same knee I ripped up in the motorbike accident) and arm when I got home. Oh dear. And this was all after I set my hair on fire earlier this evening.

They say badluck comes in threes. But in Japan four is an unlucky number, so let's hope badluck doesn't come in fours.

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