The toe's purple, and pretty sore, but runnable.
Runnable enough that I tagged a couple extra trail loops on to the usual gotta-squeeze-it-in short course. Confused the hell out of the dog.
She's become a creature of habit. Any change to one of our normal routes and she looks at me as if I'd just told I used to be a cat.
Worse, when we get within, I don't know, a dog's smelling distance of the house, she slows down. Way down. One minute she's going with me, stride for stride, and the next I'm all-but dragging her. She turns into a furry, slobering version of a little-red-wagon. One carrying a disgruntled dog.
When she first started this, I was worried that she was hurt, or over-heated, or just getting old.
I think she just doesn't want the run to come to an end.
Can't say I blame her.
Numbers: 2.2 miles, on grass and trails.