Deja Poo...

... the feeling, when running, of having seen dog mess in the same spot some time ago. You get the plenty of Deja Poo in the city.

Despite steeple-chasing dogs' residual browns, sidestepping people and running the gauntlet with oncoming traffic, I clocked 37:30 on my three-loop circuit, for the equivalent of 5 miles in 37:15, or 7:27 miles. Not too bad, I suppose, although I'll have to incrementally lower that.

And as Michelle suggests, housework has probably got something to do with it, so I'll go work on my "recovery" now.

Have a good rest-of-the-week, everyone, especially the tapering Chicagoans!