I don’t want to log any of my training sessions this week on DailyMile just because I love that my Tumblr widget shows the 18 miler on there.  I feel like a little kid with a spelling bee trophy.  HEY, DID YOU KNOW I DID THIS AWESOME THING?  LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT.  AGAIN.  HEY.  HEY.  I RAN.  IT WAS LONG.  HEY, LOOK AT MY RUN.  PAY ATTENTION TO ME.

Unfortunately, I was stupid and instead of doing an ice bath yesterday like I should have, I was a weakling and succumbed to the hottest bath I could stand—twice in a day—and my joints are locked up like the Tin Man pre-oil.  Luckily for me, there’s a PBA tournament waiting on the DVR, so I’m going to take it easy today and go spend some quality time with Pete Weber & the gang.