4.4 miles on a cool sunny morning: my favorite weather. I’ve also answered the question of why has running been so hard and painful lately. It was way past time for one of my pairs of shoes to retire. Alas!
3.8 miles. Cool and gray. It felt good to be moving. In less than a month, I run a 10k, which seems a bit nutty at the moment, but I’ll do it.
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2.6 miles that didn’t feel like a slog. I am nonetheless suspicious that my perfidious sinuses are trying to have an infection against my express instructions.
4.6 miles which was a mile and a bit short of my intended distance, but I over did it yesterday. Frustrating, but that’s life sometimes.
One of my very least favorite church things.
Speed work and then a couple of miles of just enjoying. The magic cove from earlier this week called me again. I hadn’t meant to make the turn, but there it was. And there I was taking the steps down to the beach. If I get called out of this world entirely; you know where to find the portal.
3 miles: I was deep in thought, and turned down an unfamiliar street. I came through the trees to a clearing that I thought was covered with some odd reflective weed abatement tarp, but it was actually a small rocky cove with uncannily still water reflecting the sky.
We have sooooo many dice.
4.2 miles. My body was creaky and stiff, and I was much slower than usual, but it felt good to move (until I made the mistake of sitting down to enjoy the sunshine after I finished my cooldown and my ankles petrified).
