Sometimes I'm not all that bright. Yesterday I ran 3 miles, at a slow pace, with my brace on. Felt pretty good. So this morning I ran 5 miles at a quick pace (though still with the brace). The result: my knee is sore again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This reminds me of the time in Georgia when I tried to prove that I could hop one-footed (on my left foot) over several log thingies. At least that time the only thing injured by my stubbornness was my pair of jeans. I'd like to say that someday I'll learn from past moments of idiocy, but we all know that's not the case!