Saturday has become the long run day. Last week, while sure I had to walk a bit, I felt pretty strong. Today was another story. Even from the very start it was s l o w. My goal at the start was to do the 9 miles again. By the time I got to the 3 mile marker I knew I was done. A slow 6 miles or about 8,000 steps on the ole pedometer. (Maybe I should ask for one of those Garmin thingys for Christmas?)
Perhaps it was the unexpected running chasing down Brianna's parade through Camas yesterday. Perhaps it was the Youth Dance at Kendra's church last night. Perhaps it was turning 41. Whatever it was, I am tired and sore.
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