I can't possibly compete with Philp's 100k jaunt this weekend. We eagerly await a race report. The achievement boggles my mind. I managed a comparatively modest 21.3 long training run yesterday, and am happy to report nothing more than the usual soreness. It was a gorgeous day, we ran at a gentle pace and I remembered why I love September in NY. After a rest and household chores, V_ and I walked down to Brooklyn Bridge Park to Smorgasburg -- the weekend food festival on the piers for recovery food. I had a Ramen Burger, brisket tacos and a hibiscus doughnut from Dough. Yum . . . burp . . .