This whole “breathing” thing is highly underrated.
Day 2 of feeling like I’m in the Himalayas. Given that I live at 30 ft. elevation, that likely is not the problem. So I’m guessing it’s the only other possible explanation: A voodoo curse by Evil Squirrels.
In any case, another day of just trudging through at a Rocky 15 pace. I guess it could be worse. You can’t really get frostbite on the treadmill.
At least I topped 20 for the week. And it can’t really get any worse.
Famous last words. Breathe deeply …
3 miles, tm (70)
14:55, 14:47, 14:48