I broke out the tights, long sleeves, and gloves for the first time this fall. I wouldn't call the run tonight slow miles; they were more like medium. On a full stomach of Otis Spunkmeyer cookies and the rest of Sunday dinner, keeping a 7:40 pace was a reasonable accomplishment. My legs feel funny. Either it's time for new shoes, time for an adjustment, or they are still recovering from 12 hours of driving yesterday. We made it back from Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon. I even got to change a flat tire. Listening to the Dodgers clinch was the highlight of the drive home, that and reaching our driveway. | 