WEATHER: A bit humid, but cooler.
MILES THIS WEEK: Counting is hard.
WHERE TO: National Cathedral, other places.
TODAY’S RUNNING SONG: See below.
Alright, bitches. Cue music.
Even when you’re a kickass ultrarunner (if only in your own booze-and-peanut-butter-puffins-addled mind) and superpumped about your Olympic prospects, sometimes you feel like you’re having one of those days. And then sometimes you feel like you’re having several of “those days” all at once. And then sometimes you feel like several years’ worth of “those days” have been squished together into a tiny, superdense ball of time, which then ‘SPLODES into a giant supernova and then your life is just this flaming-out celestial event, complete with black holes and wormholes and burning and pain and Stephen Hawking and a landlord who decides to be a real sore asshole to you about the fact that he is clearly morally opposed to following DC building code when renovating your apartment, as is evidenced by the fluctuating water content of your bedroom.