john "am i really this sore?" foley-murphy here. holy smokes. i decided i'd throw some weights into the workout yesterday and felt great about it until i woke up today and felt like someone had tucked a boxcutter in my armpit in my sleep. it's that bad. good thing sunday is a day of rest.

big news: i am a runner again! i've been nursing an injury since the marathon this time last year, when i somehow hurt my foot. doctors told me it was not so much my foot but really something more in my shin or calf pulling on my foot, so to stretch and exercise my calf blah blah blah i never really did, just complained a ton about the foot. now the swimming and biking, even just 2 weeks of it, has done exactly what the doctor ordered, and i feel great when i run. which is why, when i was done running, i got on the weights. injury-free euphoria is a dangerous state of mind. and an even more dangerous state of armpit.

it's been cold in new york, so we haven't bike practiced outside yet, but tuesday our mail order bikes get here. keep your fingers crossed for us - we haven't actually seen more than a photo of these things, ever. our coach told us they would be fine, and the price was right, but we're nervous. t minus 2 days to find out how nervous we should be!