Don't want to spend the day re-tracing steps.

Today I’m tired and sore. Sore and tired. Next time I decide to run two races in one weekend, while simultaneously training for a marathon and putting in a twenty-mile day, somebody slap me.

Actually, I’m not feeling too bad now. But yesterday, around mile 18, oh man... I had had it. Not to mention the fact that the entire twenty-mile run took place in a torrential downpour; a fact that was later compounded by the irony that minutes after I crossed the finish line the clouds parted, the sky turned sunny and blue, and we had an absolutely gorgeous fall day on our hands.

Saturday’s race was fun, though. It was this annual deal called the Fifth Avenue Mile, which I’d never run before but had always wanted to. It was a blast to go sprinting down Fifth Ave., and challenging and rewarding to test out my fast-mile abilities. I ran it much faster than I expected to, which felt great. Of course, I’m sure it contributed to the agonizing tightness in my legs two-thirds of the way through Sunday’s twenty miles. But oh well.

So it was pretty much a weekend of running, punctuated by a couple of awesome meals with awesome friends. And glazing. Lots of glazing. There’s just something about dipping my hands into huge vats of chemicals. Sweet.