That 17 miles is proving to be rather difficult for me to attain. My run this morning started out mixed - my stomach felt kind of iffy but I thought it would pass, it was only about 70 degrees (nice!), but the humidity was at 90%. So it was kind of a duathlon of swimming and running, right? In an effort to avoid the rampant deer flies that are out in full force in some of the more wooded areas, I altered my route to take me past the house. I figured I could fill up my waterbottle there before finishing the last loop. The run was an odd combination of puke-burps, feeling great, and also feeling like the humidity was wiping me out (visions of the marathon danced in my head). I hit home at 9 miles... and stayed home. Running fail.
But moving on to better things - by now I'm on the road, headed to PA. No doubt I'll finish the third Lord of the Rings (finally!). Here we go!!