I can't let myself backslide, though, so instead of wearing the FiveFingers again, I put on a pair of socks and sneakers and ran heel-toe to keep the tension off my calf muscle. That seemed to do the trick, since I actually ran most of the way. Running on it seemed to knock a lot of the pain out, and after an iffy start I actually managed quite well and even did a few sprints.
It was almost too late to go; it had been dark, rainish, and dreary all day, but when I went out about 5:30pm or so, the sky was this dull, bruisey, beautiful mix of brown, purple, and gray. It cast a cool tint all over the forest and made it look like a creepy supernatural thriller movie.
Maybe I should take my brother's dog tomorrow. He doesn't get enough exercise.
Part of the reason I waited so late was because I was fiddling around in Photoshop. I don't remember what did it, but I was inspired to make some spaghetti-western-style recovers of the Outlaw King series. What do you think?