5.5 miles. Hood. When I am behind on weekly miles, like I am this week, I need to fight the urge to try to make them all up in one day. I need to accept the fact that 50 is not going to happen this week. Because if I try to cram them all in the next 30 something hours, I will (at worst) injure myself, or (at least) mess up next week's mileage. I lost the battle this week, plain and simple.
The parents won at basketball last night. We have a distinct rebounding advantage over the 11 year olds. Also, I learned that dribbling a basketball, while keeping your head up to look for the open pass, while a guy is on you, and you are running, is, like, super tough.