This morning’s miles were again diffcult, which seems counterintuitive; two miles is two miles, and I ran them every day in San Diego apart from the last, and I resumed running here two days later — so I’d think I shouldn’t have such persistent difficulty resuming running at a generally limber way. I’ve certainly had longer intervals of not-running followed by relatively smooth re-entry. Perhaps the biggest difference from years past involves the number of gargantuan American restaurant meals I had in San Diego….