Chump change. Chaaaa-ching.

Translation: I ran 9 miles. and didn't die.

-- Low point: Getting the worst cramp ever (possibly due to the fact that my pre-run fuel was a can of soda and old Halloween candy- note to self: don't do that.) and running like the Hunchback of Notre Dame through the streets of Dallas.

-- High point: ...

just kidding.

kind of.