Ruby and I are hanging around waiting for Eliot to get back from a bike ride and Asa to get back from a sleepover.

I’m going to head out for an hour run when they get back.  I finally found the charger for my Garmin, but now I can’t find the watch.  And I promised Matt Hart I’d actually start logging my paces from here on out.  His response was lovely and supportive.  “Well, that’d give us some useful data.”   I’m sure he was thinking, “About time! slacker.”  I just really felt like knowing my pace would cause me to bury my head in a box of donuts.  But now I can’t find the dang thing.  I’m telling the truth Matt!

Look at all the fun books I have on my nightstand.

I have high hopes of actually opening them after I get through my assistant race directing gig at the Rocky 50.

OK, onto the best ultrarunning advice ever before Ruby wakes up.

My friend and veteran ultrarunner, Podog Vogler, asked me how I was feeling after Bandera, and I whined back, “Sooooooore.”

He responded with this: “It’s good motivation to train. If you didn’t feel like shit when you are undertrained, none of us would train.”

I’m spray painting that on the garage wall next to the treadmill.