There were two goals today. 1) Get ten miles in at the track, and 2) Do something of substance. Goal one happened, but it wasn't pretty. In fact, it became less pretty as time went on. But at least I can say mission accomplished for that one.
For goal 2, not so much. I had every intention of doing 400-meter repeats, or any other distance, for that matter. It just didn't happen. Me (and my compions, for that matter) never actually began our speedy stuff. Instead, we simply ran around in circles, talking as we went. It was cold, my feet are still killing me, and I'm still sore and tired. How's that for a list of excuses? Not so great? Too bad.
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