I managed to kick wussy Jason to the curb and regain some of my shot confidence on a 13.1 miler to my parents' place.
I managed sub 7's over the last 3 miles, running down Dunstable Road in complete darkness and all alone (well, Pre was with me). It was beautiful.
Returned to the basics tonight. No music. No Camelbak. No care in the world.
(Dude, you gotta Mile 14 that stuff)
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