Take today's run, for example. That last mile was supposed to be under 9 minutes, and while I am the master at putting numbers in spreadsheets, I'm also honest to a fault. Ergo, I put what I actually ran, as always...sigh.Now, I know what you're thinking...that I sandbagged the first four miles in order to rip off a nice one in the end. I wish! No, the ugly truth is that it was warm, almost hot, my hip was killing me for most of the run, and I just felt out of sorts.
In fact the only time that I felt somewhat ok is during that last mile when I was concentrating on moving faster. I guess I didn't have time to worry about the aches and pains.
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