We were staying in Jordaan, a district full of the things you think of when you think of Amsterdam: narrow side roads, row houses along the canal, houseboats with rooftop gardens, and tons and tons of bicycles. We had rented bikes the day before and spent the day living out my Sartorialist-inspired European cycling fantasy and dinging my bike bell, so my legs were feeling kind of tired.
I was surprised by how cool it was everywhere all month, and Amsterdam was the Northern-most place we'd been. 50-degree days made for perfect running weather, though. Amsterdam's most awesome park was a little far (and we'd already explored it by bike the day before), so we ran along the canals instead. The endless cobblestone made my feet sore but I can't really complain. Our destination was a Dutch pancake place. Dutch pancakes are somewhere in the middle of the pancake thickness spectrum, with fluffy American pancakes on one end and crepes on the other.
We ran about a mile more to get home, bringing my total to around 4.5. On the way home, something terrible happened -- we lost 20 euros. It fell out of James's pocket while running.
The rest of the trip was disaster-free.