Got up early, made banana/oatmeal pancakes, ate, and caught a few more Zs until about 11ish. Didn't start running until about noonish. Couldn't find a rhythm until about mile 9 when my hands were at their coldest and I had to ditch my water bottle. Just remembering that I still need to retrieve it. Damn it. Ran low 8s for the rest of the run. 18ish miles in 2:37. Pretty happy with that given the rough, post-illness week. Felt like shit yesterday out on the BT Trail. Not even sure those 3 miles were worth it. But I kind of loved every minute of them. 58 miles for the week. Next week, I'll do my normal weekly runs, with a hard (I hope) 10-miler on Thursday. 20 on Sunday. Would like to hit 60 again. The following week, I'll peak (65ish miles?) and then taper. I think a two week taper'll do it. The goal this time is to take it easy. Had a hard time holding back last taper and paid dearly on marathon day.

An aside: I put an ad on craigslist for two free beds. Got about a dozen calls. Maybe more. Told one woman that the beds were her's if she could meet me at 5/pm to pick them up. She couldn't guarantee transportation by then so I promised the beds to someone else. The woman wound up showing up. So did the someone else. Needless to say, the someone else wasn't too happy. He wrote me a nasty email, telling me how bad of a person I am for causing him to bundle up his kid, who was so excited to get a new bed, and drive all the way to New Haven to find out that the beds were already on their way out. Am I an asshole?