Let them eat cake

Yesterday's fiasco is but a faint memory. Today's run was a triumph. 10 mostly easy kilometres, taking detours, picking new streets to run in, flying up long, steep hills. Ok, that last one might be an exaggeration. But I did get to witness this sight:

Only speck of dirt on this perfect picture was my thigh muscle, which still hates my guts. I can assure you that the feeling is mutual. Speck of dirt is maybe the wrong description. Giant cow patty might be more like it.

And, because these 10 km put me at a calorie deficit, J surprised me with the most delicious looking chocolate cake, as a belated celebration of last Saturday's marathon. Drool.