Lovely morning at the lake, lots of dirt trail and plenty of motivation supplied by my neighbor (who is A MACHINE and very gracious to let me tag along). At the turn-around point I realized we'd run all the way to my favorite "crummy mexican" restaurant. No stopping for margaritas, alas. It was also at that point my neighbor exclaimed, in Taiwanese-influenced English, "Now we at 5.5! We do 11!" I let her go on thinking that way until around Mile 8, at which point I became a 5-year-old in the back seat on a family trip: "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" and stopped at 10. My neighbor continued on ahead. :)

Then I came home, showered, and sat on the couch for an HOUR.