I knocked out 16.6 miles on Saturday and they rocked until mile 15ish and then it just felt like my legs were going to snap off my body. But I could ignore the pain in my hips and groin muscle a little bit because the pain in my knee was beyond ridiculous.

It's kind of my own fault. In my haste to the flee the city and get away form the Inauguration insanity, I left my tape in a different bag. Normally I tape my knee on runs over 8 miles just as a precaution, but I figured I'd be OK for one run and even if it did hurt I could ice it and such when I finished.

But OUCH did I struggle through that last mile and a half. I had to stop walking twice and squat down to alleviate some of the pressure from my hips, but I knew I was really close to home and if I just kept going, even if it was slow, I'd get home, get some ice and elevate my legs.

Despite the struggle I finished the 16.6 in 3:04:34, which is only a smidge over an 11 minute mile average. Not too shabby. That is easily the longest distance I've run since I trained for my last marathon two years ago.

When I got home, I iced, stretched, put my legs up and had some chicken and pasta. About 30 minutes later, I felt about 95 percent better. My knee was still sore and my calves were tight, but I felt fine otherwise.

I rested Sunday and then Monday went out for four miles to work some of the last kinks of out my calves. Ran the first two miles and change, switched to run walk for mile three and by mile four was only walking. My knee was nagging me and my calves were super tight. Again more stretching and icing.

I was supposed to run 8 today, but decided I just needed to rest. I'm heading back to D.C. on Wednesday night so I'll have my tape and can get some more runs in after that.

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In other news, I'm enjoying my super long weekend. I spent today watching the Inauguration and catching up on last week's Biggest Loser episode (NBC took forever to post it online).

I plan to spend the rest of the day snuggled up on the sofa reading. Tomorrow I'm working from home (and by home I mean Crofton where I am hiding out from the crazies in D.C.) and then it's back to D.C. for the rest of the work week.