Great 12 miler...

Too bad the training run was a 30K. One of the thoughts that I picked up from training for an Ironman is that once you are "done" - you aren't necessarily finished. Yesterday, my run lost some effectiveness because my hip muscles were not strong enough to sustain my gait. So I walked, and walked, and got grumpy. Then I thought, "Well, let's see what I can do because I'm still four miles out."

So I ate  [I didn't finish this post and found it in my drafts and found it much, much later.  In retrospect, I think it's pretty darn funny so I'm posting it.]