I can not describe how my last two runs have felt without sounding like a complete whiner. It hurts, that's all. The evening after my race it hurt to simply breathe, but my legs felt okay. Now my breathing is back in order, but my legs feel as if they might abruptly snap into pieces if I tread too firmly. My arches, my calves, my quads...they're all very unhappy with me right now. I'm very pleased with my race, but it wasn't without a price.
I've also decided that the drinks-to-miles ratio has gotten a little old and isn't really relevant anyway now that I've pretty much destroyed my reputation as a drinker. So I'll update my yearly mileage once a week or so, but it won't be the lead anymore. For the record, I'm at 630 miles for the year.
And speaking of records...the new PR chart: (updated April 26th, 2008)