Monday, March 12th
I went for an easy six-mile jog after work. Things were going well until I felt some moisture dripping from my nose. I swiped at it with my sleeve, which came back covered with blood. Yup, nosebleed. I was slightly more than halfway done, so there was nothing to do but finish my jog with blood streaming down my face. I tried to clean it up with my shirt as I continued along, but that mostly made a mess of my shirt. Luckily, and for the first time while running with a nosebleed, my shirt wasn't white. Still, I'm sure I looked like I'd been assaulted. Good times.
