Pretty run on Christmas Eve, communing with the Man in the Moon. Water a smooth metallic sheen beneath the lights on Weeks Footbridge, temp just cold enough to keep the puddles frozen, just warm enough that five minutes in, I stuffed the hat in my pocket. Out to Eliot Bridge and Cambridge Boat Club one more time--will keep to this run for the whole week (6x5 mi). Warmed up by taking a walk to the liquor store in Central Square for a Christmas present for Ed (Augie got a stuffed whale and Gal made Serena some lotion bars). That smoothed out the kink in my thigh, everything else was a nothingburger. But somehow this run sucked, I just had no energy. Legs were better than the last few days, but central nervous system hampered by an unknown dysfunction. Maybe it's diet; certainly our anniversary dinner last night was glorious but not made for speed. At any rate, got my five in and by the time I pulled up home was feeling ok.
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