Like a Whitesnake Refrain

I was running solo. Taking a version of the route the Chestershire Cat and I used to take on Mondays. A nostalgic route, good for what ailed me.

A couple of times on the run, self-pity forced me to stop. Thinking about how many friends have moved or will move in what, to me, seems like a short amount of time is not good for ones breathing when one is going up Cemetery hill!

But I got it together. The heat got to me a bit, so I only did 9-some. Then rushed over to the pharmacy to get iron pills. For the first time in my life, I am apparently anemic. Might explain some of these lackluster runs I've been having!