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15x400, supposed to be a controlled pace workout, in the running was all over the clock. 83 here, 78 there, 81 here, 77 there. Calendar called for 20, I started early to oblige, mentioned Sunday 5K to Coach G and he told me to stop, so I blasted a last at 70. Slow. Me.
Monday 8 hard over Bouldin, had a good laugh, 4 later that night. 10 easy on Tuesday, 9 a little less easy yesterday. 10 total today. 10 Tomorrow. 14 Saturday. 6 + 5k Sunday. No rest for the weary, the peak is in sight.
I've been, gasp, listening to Jessica's pink iPod on some runs. Cranberries, Killers, New Order. !?!? Just need some Candlebox and Gin Blossoms and it'll be 1993 all over again. Ah, Candlebox ... you left me far behind.
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