An awesome 6.2 miles on Friday afternoon with the temp around 80.  I forget why I didn't run on Thursday--I try to go every other day but for some reason I had to skip a day and I really can't remember why.  Oh, wait--now I remember.  So I had to go Friday because Saturday was supposed to be rainy--which it is.  Anyway, my baby girl of 16 got her drivers license Friday morning and later took her first solo drive with the car to work.  So I set off running in time to get back just before the time Maryann (wife) would be returning home from work.  So I go running and, like I said it was around 80, and when I get back from such a run it looks like I just climbed out of a swimming pool.  Not to get too graphic but my attire is saturated and there's sweat pouring off of my brow and my arms and legs are visibly wet.  So I get home and serve myself a huge glass of ice water to re-hydrate and sit on a chair out in the front yard.  Not only am I saturated but my hair is blown back and my face is usually some shade of redness from exertion.  This is a long way to go for this next comment, I realize, but Maryann pulls up, gets out of the car, and walks over to see me.  After conversating with me for about 7 to 10 minutes she says, "So are you going for your run now?"

Anyway, after getting cleaned up we eventually made our way out for the evening just to go do some shopping for a dress because Maryann's going to a wedding soon.  In the mall I find $2 on a bench so I say--hey--let's go splurge on the massage chairs:  a buck each for a 3-minute ride.  It felt good at the time but today my back is absolutely killing me and I can't think of anything else which could have caused it except for that idiotic massage chair.  They are quite harsh.