In high school we always called the first week of track practice "hell week". This week was hell week of marathon training. Here's where I went today. It was beautiful. Sorry, Evanston -- Portland kicks the lakefill's ass. Also, please note: Mount Tabor Park. As in, you know, mountain. *massages calves*

Getting-back-in-shape sore is the best kind. It's quite possible I'll feel differently in a few weeks, once mileage increases, but right now I feel endorphin-tastic and very excited for San Juan.