63 degrees, rainy, little breezy, and wormy > treadmill. Just sayin'
So, I think I figured out that I was made for distance running 'cause I really don't hit my stride until five miles or so. I didn't mean to run that second half as fast as I did; I just went with the flow (reacting to pace alarms, of course).
Then again, that last mile was on sheer will...so, there's that...
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