Once again, two days after the marathon is the day my legs decide to go on strike. I was able to go downstairs forward today (using the handrail as a crutch), but being on my feet long enough to see 28 patients in clinic pounded my quads to a pulp. I did not feel good at all by 5 p.m. Tomorrow may not be much better. I think I will really keep the running to a minimum for a week or so, but the legs may bounce back fairly quickly with semi-complete rest. Still thinking a lot about what to do next. I think I need to spend some more family time, so I may cut back to maintenance mileage of 30 or so for a while as I decide what race to attack next. Somebody suggested I look at Birmingham. One, Birmingham is in February (too soon), and two, I looked at the course elevation. Looks like a map of west Little Rock. In other words, nope. I'm going to be looking for something I can run faster than Memphis, not a race I need crampons and a rope to run. | 