40-minute clank

That was how I felt about my 40-minute run Tuesday morning, like I was a big bucket of clanking, rusty metal parts. It always feels a little bit rough at the outset, but usually things improve as the run progresses. Not yesterday. It was just an off day, and they definitely happen from time to time.

Part of it was that my stomach was a little bit upset and the city parks bathrooms are always somewhat of a crapshoot (no pun intended ...well, maybe a little). One was missing toilet paper, another was infested with flies. And meanwhile I continued to feel like I was going to physically fall apart at any moment.

Hopefully my next run (with Agnes again!) will be better. Until then...

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