Man, I felt similar to shit. Maybe it was the seventy thousand barrels of olive oil that spilled into me yesterday. I walked and jogged the Park Hill Loop this morning in 1:06:55, with splits—kind of irrelevant I guess—of 13:05, 13:38, 12:35, 13:56, and 13:43.
I measured a new two-mile course today and will call it the 38th Street Loop; it's named after the street on which I once turned west to drive to Walmart, back in the glory days, before Walmart closed and Levy went to hell. Starting at about 5 p.m. Central, I walked it in 29:30 to warmup for this evenings' Reds-Atlanta Braves game.
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