It's a lie. I'm going to regret every one of those fourteen and a half minutes and one mile (plus a mile's walk to try to grind out the soreness from earlier in the week) tomorrow morning. And the planks too. But hell. Janathon comes but once a year, right? And I've got yoga in the morning to sort me out before Sensei kicks my butt again on Saturday...
...and it is kinda nice to know I can still run a mile without immediate death, even if snails go faster.