3 miles (14:50)

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)
44:30 (14:50)
14:55, 14:47, 14:48


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