I can't keep my mind from replaying events over and over, wondering if I could have done something else to make things better or have events play out better. This is a fool's game, and I know it. I've got to shake myself awake and move on.
First workout since Dad died: a hard stationary bike followed by a mile run. I probably could have gone further. Should have gone further. But I wanted to save something for tomorrow, where I'm planning four miles of hills. This will be the first time in well over a year that I have actually concentrated on hills. I'll be running to the top of Prospect hill and back down twice. My only goal is that I do the second set better than the first.