So I got up way before daylight Sunday morning to hit the trail at Mitch Park with the Landrunners. Actually, I hit the trail before the group because I’m a bit slow and I needed to finish in time for church. Now I’ve run 12 miles before. And I’ve run the hilly trails at Mitch before. But I’ve never run 12 miles of those hills, with 30mph winds to boot. So I’m sore today. My calves. My knees. My quads. My IT band. They all are a bit stiff and sore. Still, it’s the good kind of sore – the kind that tells you worked hard and lived to tell about it. I didn’t stretch enough after the run, and I intended to do a short run this morning to try to stretch out my muscles. But instead, I was tending to a sick kiddo. He has it much worse than sore muscles.