No magical miles today.

Well, that's what I get for waxing poetic about my twinging muscles in the last entry...I got smited today for my hubris. It is a step-back week, so only 11 miles, but I was tight, hungry and out of rhythm for each and every one. Maybe the excesses of Wednesday caught up with me, maybe running on asphalt rather than the plush sand of the canal towpath is what did it, but whatever it was, it was a struggle the whole way. On the upside, it was cool to run all the way to my old apartment in Silver Springs and back, and you can't complain about getting to run through Rock Creek Park on the weekend so the roads are closed to cars. I haven't had much experience suffering for long distances, so maybe that was the point?