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I rarely if ever run twice in a day, but I did yesterday. First, a spectacularly unimpressive series of walk-run-walk in 95 degree noon-time heat, hobbling together about 6 miles. But at least I did run up the last big hill. I was so unimpressive I had to try again later at 8:30. It was fantastic--running as it is meant to be: a bit hard, a challenge, but completely doable and free. The difference between day and night was one of a) a rainstorm and a drop of 25 degrees; b) a semi-full stomach of enchiladas; or c) I popped one of Nancy's multi-vitamins. I'm going with the enchiladas. In fact, I should carry enchiladas with me on my runs from now on.