I ran 9 miles today with the lovely and always hilarious P-Funk.
I got to the 3 mile mark and somehow missed the 3.5 mile mark for the turn-around. We were gabbing so much that I looked down and saw the 4 mile mark and with only a half mile until the restrooms and official turn-around, I thought, "What the hell? I feel good."
And thus a niner it was.
No pain, lots of gain. Someone's got their running mojo back.