Here I am again with ice on my knees…

I guess it might be true that at some point I may have said something to the effect of, after the marathon I am never running again. But post-injury that was amended to after the marathon I am never running another marathon. Because, well… I don’t hate running. Certainly not as much as I once did. And while I have not become an up-at-five carbo-loading speed-freak race-or-die runner as some of you (who mostly fit those categories) suggested was inevitable, I have come to appreciate the portability and stress relief and scenic value of the sport.

So when I showed up at Joshua’s place in Portland for the week, and he announced that he is now training for his first marathon (p.s. go Joshua!)… well, it seemed about time for my first post-marathon run. It’s been two weeks. We went three miles. I guess I’m still running.

More later. Now: Mediterranean food.