Yesterday we decided to keep it easy - we didn't want to kill ourselves with 11 miles and be useless for the rest of the day. So we ran an easy 5.5 miles. Our pace sucked as usual, but hey - who the hell do I have to impress?

Speaking of impressing, I've noticed that people typically fall into one of two camps - they are either a) super impressed that you are running whatsoever since they feel like it's something that they could never accomplish themselves, or are b) so much more athletic than you that they'd be blase about anything less than an olympic event. I like Camp A (I used to belong to it). B campers can lick my running shoes.

I'm leaving for Toronto tomorrow to start my vacation. Don't worry, I'm packing my gear.