65 slow minutes this morning. My legs will still tired from Sunday's workout. I followed my prescription of running as slow as I needed to (no pain) and actually found that on my way back to the house I was able to pick up the last mile. This is the art of recovery which is critical in the life of the veteran runner.
During the run, I sneaked over to the track to see if it was torn up yet but no work had begun so it was same old, same old.
Said hello to one of the quiet Asian women who often walks there. She mumbled a hello in return.
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