After my first marathon I remember waking up on and off all night long, literally wimpering with pain and being unable to walk to the bathroom to get my own advil.

That’s how I felt last night.

No, I didn’t run a marathon yesterday.  I walked backwards down a steep hill 10 times.  CRAZY how sore I am today.  I was supposed to run 4 easy miles and I couldn’t.  There is literally no way I would have been able to run.

So I took a nap.  And ate a hamburger (the third one this week, for anyone who’s counting) and drank beer.

Tomorrow, I shall run.