Sometime between Sunday morning and Monday night, I messed up my knee, and I have no idea what I did.
Part of me wants to blame the Real Bright Idea I had to go running in the early Sunday morning clear-sky, deceptive-sunshine with a balmy forecast of 4 C. It was lies. All lies. It might have been clear-skies and deceptive-sunshine, but the 4 C
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