I ran on the beach yesterday. 2 more miles. I might be getting better at it, though it’s hard to say for sure. I’m still prone to injury.
I spent the rest of the day dead. I moved around a little, but I was pretty much dead. It was hard to think and hard to move.
I had one interesting thought the whole day. I realized that my giving up sweets this year was about as successful as if I’d decided to give up forgetting stuff. Hah! Good luck, Tim.