I've signed up for the Carlsbad Marathon. I popped my check in the mail yesterday.
And not a moment too soon. I've gotten lazy over the past week. I only ran once (!!), logging about 8 miles. Yes, I had sore feet, and I was still unpacking. But, come on.
So last night, I ran close to 13 miles in about 2 hours. I ran loops through the posh neighborhoods of San Marino, through Caltech, battled traffic here and there as the sun set, and returned home when it was too dark to see.
This morning, 12 hours after logging my long run, I did a recovery jog/run of about 3 miles, waving at all the gardeners pruning the bushes and mowing the massive lawns of my neighbors. My legs felt like lead. And boy, are they sore. A good feeling, though.
You know you're a runner when you feel a sense of accomplishment because your legs feel like two wet noodles ...