ran 16 miles today. very, very little walking was involved, but much, much time was involved. not sure that walking would have been much slower.

here's a tip: not everyone has seen seinfeld; therefore, it's best not to call an ice cream shop owner the ice cream nazi because it may turn out that ice cream shop owner is an immigrant from poland, doesn't get the joke, and will with unknowing irony, withhold the frozen snack treat.

speaking of treats: necco makes all the best candies -- the necco wafer & related sweetheart heart, the lemon head, and the incomparable molasses & honey delight known as the mary jane, a pile of which i am currently devouring.

currently on hp7. trying to savor it and take it slowly, but just like the 16 miles this morning, the encounter with the ice cream nazi, and the pile o' mary janes -- no matter how slowly i take it, it will eventually be over, n'est-ce pas?