Last night was raining and crappy all over, but I'm hardcore remember, so I went to the group run anyway.

I'm glad I did - the rain kept all the (less hardcore) runners away from the Back Cove. Guess some people (sissies) just can't handle a little water. No judgment here (weak! They're weak!).

After realizing the dehydrating (and devastating) effects of the Monster energy drink, I opted for the old standard: water.

Trying to guzzle 20 ounces just before a run doesn't work (another learning) so it's a concerted effort to drink water all day. But wow, what a difference.

Last night's run was the best ever - 4 miles - nearly all of it without stopping. That's a first. I've always been reliant on the regular walk break. But last night Anna and I were both feeling strong and we kept up the pace for approx. 3 miles. Three miles!

Not a big deal for most runners. But dammit, it's a big deal to me.