I failed to make my goal of 20 miles of running for this week. Things fell apart on Saturday when I had a ton of plans and, therefore, only a narrow window of time in which to run. The problem: that window was in the morning. I just can't get out of bed and hit the road. By the time I was conscious enough to contemplate putting one foot in front of the other without falling down, I needed to leave for my other commitments. A 20-mile week should be a snap, but I haven't managed one yet in 2008.

The disappointing part is that this failure happened the day after a date was finally announced for this year's WARR. No location has been announced, but at least I finally know how to outline my training. Since the race could have taken place anytime between the first week of September and the last week of October, I had no idea how to time my peak. Now I know. Alas, they picked the absolute worst day in that span to hold the race, but that's another story.

I didn't run today, either, but I hadn't planned too. Instead, Angie and I flew down to Portland, cruised Powell's Books, had a fancy-pants lunch, and then turned around and flew home, all sans the Little Dude. It was quite refreshing, and I even managed to show great restraint with my purchases at the world's best bookstore.  ¶ 11:10 PM