I guess there are training effects inherent in efforts like this, but it's too late for that to matter. This was practice. I ran the Gimblett Loop in 59:15, with splits of 12:04, 12:22, 12:04, 11:42, and 11:03. It was easy; far easier than the first five miles of last night's run, though I am a little sore.
The same brown dog I reported a few weeks ago joined me this evening, but only for a couple of blocks. She got under my feet and licked my calves, the latter adequate to compensate for the former. She turned away as I approached the Gum Street Gang. I like her.
Oh. Let's see. That was a 5:10:42 marathon pace. The over-under drops to 5:26, but I'm tellin' ya. Take the fucking over. Fly to Vegas. Go. Bet big.
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