Movement

I went for a run today. Ran for a whole 17 minutes. Woooo. Felt good though, I guess. Been hackin' up pollutants ever since. It's the first time I've ran since I've been discharged. But I still think walking about 6 miles in the middle of the night with no clue where I was in Dublin was still a significant workout. I was speed walking trying to get back to my hostel in the dark. I somehow ended up next to a park with a pond so thick with algea that the Garda would never have found my body. Fortunately, I somehow ended up on the street that ran back to the Brewery Hostel. That street has about 16 different names, so I guess I was lucky.