This morning I was back in my stomping grounds, Aliso/Wood Canyons. I cut my 14.5 mile out-and-back 2 miles short by looping the route and taking a side trip to Dripping Cave. Downhills were just too much for the foot. THE FOOT. Any day now, I’m going to purchase one of those plantar fasciitis socks (for about 50 bucks). Regardless of the now quite bearable but annoying pain, I ran myself fatigued. And what a lovely day it was to come on in fatigued. After stretching my calves, I lay in the grass next to my truck. A cool breeze blew through the tree canopy above. And I got several minutes of thoughtless relaxation. If that doesn’t make a struggle worth it, I don’t know what does.