8.5

is what I did tonight. I ran 6.5 and then run/walked the last 2. I felt fairly good through the whole thing which is good, and I finished strong. Until I landed on the couch that is. Had two bowls of oatmeal, a boiled egg and a bag of famous amos. I'm officially over my depression btw, as evidenced by the dunlop disease I've acquired. On a final note for the evening, I wish that Suzie Orman would shut her fat pie hole for once. I am so sick of her preaching her financial religion on every freakin talk show she can get her face on.