So I skipped the treadmill and went out on the track. It was a glorious night, clear skies, stars abounding. I promised myself 2 miles. That went OK, so I promised myself 2 more to get the 4 I was shooting for. That went OK. Then I decided to shoot for a full 10 to make it 30 miles in 3 days. Done. I had to slow down a lot on the last mile. My legs are sore, but not injured sore. Just really muscle sore.

This is crazy but I think I might be able to log a 50 mile week this week (that means up to and including Saturday). That was the original goal when I first started this adventure. It actually seems plausible all of a sudden. I must be insane.