Bleh

I'm off to a physical therapist this morning. My legs tried to kill me this weekend from miles 12 - 18. They're not very keen on this marathon training thing. They may be right, but I'm more stubborn than they are. (Am truly insane, have started referring to legs as if they were an external entity).

In much, much happier news, the second chapter of The Witches of Gilford is up on The Petulant Poetess. I've had an overwhelming response to date, and it's been so very encouraging.