25, not 26

Well, I did (I'm not sure there's an appropriate verb) 25 miles yesterday.  The first 18 or so were fine, but the last 7 sucked.  I didn't have any electrolytes or goo and absolutely bonked.  The pace was 10:40.  Lesson learned . . . water is not enough.  I ran in Orange County from San Juan Capistrano to the Ocean and then South on the Pacific Coast Highway through San Clemente.  The course was flat until I got to San Clemente and then way too hilly.   Today, I feel a lot better and the muscles and joints are not too sore.   This week will be easier.  Let's see how it goes.