It's 23°F at 10:33 a.m. Maybe that had something to do with how full of run my legs felt as I jogged the Maple Street Loop this morning in 24:15, with splits of 12:17 and 11:58. It's funny to me that I felt almost fast through parts of the second mile.
I was way out in the middle of the woods this afternoon for 1:08:58 on a Hash run set by blonde-headed Erin on the edge of west Little Rock. Now I'm home with pizza baking and my television tuned to football, and I am as content as and hungrier than two motherfuckers.
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