No running today. This afternoon I was feeling the need to stretch my legs so walked some mail across campus, letting my mind wander. Halfway there, I realized I had just taken two steps to the left instead of straight. Corrected, shook my head a little, and kept walking. It happened again on the way back.
But my equilibrium was definitely all caddywhompus – and I have no idea why. (I swear I wasn’t sneaking some libations under my desk!) Went home and laid down for a few hours. Even missed going to see Doctor Who (grrr!) because I was concerned about driving.
Yet that’s not the weirdness. After yesterday, I was thinking a lot today about going to run. Even planning how I’d ever fit the time into my Doctor Who schedule. Really. I shudder to think, but could it be that I’m getting… addicted?