60 minutes of running this morning. Nothing to write home about. It was warm early on. A precursor to a 90 degree day. I wasn't exactly dragging but I felt as if the stuffing had been knocked out of me so I kept the pace very slow and easy.
I seem to be fighting something off. Allergies or an infection. I figured that I would find out by forcing the situation (a bit). Either I am going to get a worse of I will be able to handle this and slowly get better. If I am sick it is strange because my appetite is still there. I am sleeping okay. Just a intermittent cough that seems endless.
I will take it day by day.
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