Now, to the run. I was so slow, I am not even going to tell you my pace. The first five miles I felt like I was running through molasses, like I had weights around my ankles, like I was wading through pudding. It was a really, really tough five miles. Then I hit five miles and the flip switched and I made up some time. I felt pretty good afterward, but was a bit horrified by my time. At the eight mile mark this week, I was ten full minutes slower than I was last week. Ugh.
But, I did it, and I chalk it up to just one of those days.
Next Sunday I'll go for 12!
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