Not only did I manage to get the car towed by parking in a loading zone, a clearly marked loading zone, but after only running from Napoleon Ave. to Washington Ave. I found I was becoming a victim of the bane of a runners existance: Shin Splints. I limped back up St. Charles and quickly found relief with some advil and some handy ice pops.
Missing cars, unfortunate desserts, carblessness, and now the the tendons of my shins are seperating from the bone. Good times.
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