~11 miles @ ~11 min/mi

The chorus of "Mother's Little Helper" ricochets around inside my head as I run after today's dental appointment. The classic CCT-Bethesda-RCT circuit is brisk in early afternoon, with gusty west winds. The bottle of Gatorade that I found on 14th Street during the Marine Corps Marathon last month goes quickly, and then I begin to nibble on an ancient blueberry crunch Clif Bar that I found in my stash. At the downtown Bethesda fountain I take off my shoes and reposition the sub-anklet socks that have slipped down.