Whoever advised runners to "listen to their bodies" must have been a couch potato.  If I listened to my body, I'd never run another step.  After taking a day off to celebrate my (short-lived) weight loss, I had the worst workout ever.  I can't even call it a run since I was so slow.  Everything hurt, my legs felt like cement, and I could barely stagger through the thirty-six minute ordeal.  The treadmill display seems to have died for good, which is just as well.  I don't want to know how far I ran (or didn't run).  I'll be lucky if I went two miles.  And to think I'd planned to shoot for four and a half miles this weekend...