Nevertheless, I'm streaking, so it didn't matter how tired I was because I still had to run. I told my running partner I only had a mile in me. I told her today I had to recover. I told her, today, I was tired.
She's great and always lets me pick the routes. I picked a flat easy circle around work.
While I had said "only a mile" I knew in my heart that I could do more and I also knew that it was a little more than a mile. I was just hoping for a slow, recovery run.
A slow run just doesn't happen. When I run with my friend, we just run fast. Even when I try to slow us down, we just naturally keep running fast. It's good and bad. Good because I'm becoming better, but bad because did I mention I was tired?
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