Last night I went to Greenlake to do a little running. I intended to jog one lap, 2.8 miles.

After the first lap I felt pretty good. So I decided to do a second lap.

After the second lap I still felt pretty good. So I decided to do a third lap.

After the third lap I still felt pretty good. So I decided to do a fourth lap.

After the fourth lap I felt like I had been run over by a Zamboni so I limped home. This morning every muscle I own was aching.

Moral: overacheiving is a sucker's game.