My feet hurt.
My quads hurt.
My calves are a bit tight, as is my lower back.
Such is life.
4.5 hours exactly, 2.5k of up (not very much, really), and I have no idea how many miles. Officially my longest run, ever. And while I am indeed tired, and will surely be gimping around tomorrow, I’m not wrecked. 14 months ago, when I did the r3 hike in the Grand Canyon, I couldn’t walk the next morning. It’d be inconvenient if it hurt as much tomorrow, but I doubt that.
Being this tired does no favors to being articulate.
Now, your daily fun, from the BBC:
Campground workers were stunned to come across the bear sleeping off the effects in their grounds, surrounded by dozens of empty beer cans.
But this was no ordinary case of a bear with a sore head at Baker Lake resort, 80 miles (129km) northeast of Seattle.
He had apparently tried out and rejected the mass-market Busch beer in favour of local brand Rainier.