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Saturday, December 28, 2013
Long run with lead legs
Not sure why my legs felt like I had lead in them, but they did. At the two mile mark, I stopped and stretched; it didn't really help. shrug. I pushed on and finished the run despite not really feeling it. Some days you're the windshield; some days you're the bug.