"I said, do you speak-a my language?"

I only ran four tonight, instead of six, partially because I set my alarm and lay down for a nap at 4:00, but was somehow still in bed, with my body refusing to move, at 6:00. I was finally able to rouse it, and the run actually felt pretty good. Somehow my Rio discovered three songs it had been skipping, and I finished up to the classic "Land Down Under."

After good runs of late, even when exhausted, I've found myself doing silly robot-dances as I take my cool-down walk in the alley behind my house. Who can resist dancing to Men at Work? The resultant robo-walk makes me happy, but I do try to stop whenever I catch sight of another person... the Ministry of Silly Walks isn't particularly active in Ohio.