After a week like this week, it isn’t real­ly a sur­prise that I ran like a fiend today. Only three miles, but I bust­ed it out like the fat kid in dodge­ball and was rar­ing for more at the end. I’ve got a 12 mil­er tomor­row though, so I did­n’t run more. I final­ly got my train­ing t‑shirt from the Cleve­land Marathon, and I almost regret it. It is pos­si­bly the ugli­est shirt I have ever worn. And for those of you who remem­ber what I wore in high school, that is say­ing some­thing.