Coming up on mile 1 this afternoon, I felt a little tightness in my left calf. As I was scoping out a good spot to stop and stretch a little, I felt a pop, and my run was done. It took me a solid half-hour to limp back to my car.
Señor Crust, you have, at long last, beaten your foes into submission. As a long-time supporter of your steeze, I will stand beside you and gloat.
Ac, I am facing a similar reality. It's just...not right.