So the hash is my legs currently. Ran the over night seven miler (with a considerable break in between of course.) I just wanted to quit. Real bad. Everything is just broken down, feels like knots in the quads. Whine whine whine. For some reason I didn't quit, and muddled through it. Late night running is always a little surreal. It makes you feel like you are in a different world. Moving along streets that are normally packed with traffic and now are empty, sky is dark, wind is blowing, sometimes I like it better than the "real" day time world. Sometimes when drunken teenagers drive by screaming obscenities, I would prefer the day time, or at least wish I had a rocket launcher in my hands...
Day 423 6.0 in 69:00
Day 424 1.1 in 15:00
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No doubt my friend! No doubt!