In the last two months I've managed 5 runs. Only one of them was in June (a beautiful early morning run in Koror, Palau on the first day of my E. coli infection, nonetheless).
Well, you know what they say. It's not how many times you get knocked down; it's how many times you get back up.
Jet lag wouldn't allow me sleep last night, so instead of fighting it, I went out for a 5.3 mile run at first light. That puts me at 404 miles for the year, way out of reach of running 2012 miles in 2012. Oh well. At least it was a catchy name.
And you know what else? It's July. I'm supposed to go vegetarian this month.