Today was supposed to be a long run, 15ish miles. But when I got up, the ran was coming in almost sideways, and it's supposed to be raining and windy all day. So it was off to the Y and the treadmill... Only had the patience for 7 miles; Monday I'll have try to get up early enough to get in that long run...

For me, the first mile always feels icky; I'll start feeling good somewhere between 2 and 4 miles, usually. But that first mile, I'm fighting off inertia and the creakiness of impending middle-age.