I haven't run well on consecutive days since 1981, a streak maintained with the Hash House Harriers in Hot Springs this morning.
We went about 3 miles in 40 minutes. My legs were dead.
The people were nice, and the sky was dark gray with mist floating about, draped over the smell of breakfast, perfect on the trails and their fall colors shining around the Arlington Hotel. My concern for lifeless legs was limited.
This run gave me 30 miles for the week, and was my last before I run 10 miles tomorrow evening.
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