TNT. Since I miraculously got there on time (boss men in the Hamptons), I indulged in the sort of long run that was pretty run of the mill for me last year. While my performance was lacking, the effect was powerful. Down to Lincoln Drive and back on the south bank, rolling through the pseudo-wilderness while painfully aware of my love of orienteering and the orienteering community. Going to WOC for 4 years and then not, and maybe never again is sad. Very depressing.