I got nothin'

Well, I got new bed sheets, so I guess that's actually somethin'.
Wanted to run 14 miles tonight but did 10.5 which is the furthest I've gone since the marathon. I wanted to go further but Michael wasn't entirely committed to it. I didn't realize just how pissed I was about my marathon time until today. We're running the two bridges on Sunday which should be around 23 kilometres. To put this into perspective: the clinic for the October marathon hasn't even started yet; we're running the Scotiabank half in June, and that's 21 kilometres. So yeah, we're both starting to push the envelope a bit.
On the flip side? Eh, I had cake for dinner.
It's hard to be a hedonist and a runner.
Who wants to feed me grapes?