I’m glad I planned to take Tuesday off as well, because my legs were still dead that day. I went to a community meeting instead, and pretending I was Lorelai Gilmore. Lorelai would never run a marathon.

Now that’s it’s light(er) when I wake up and light(er) when I leave work, I need to get serious about 6:30 wake-ups again. I’ve fallen off the wagon there.