The first Saturday in August has always been a cursed day for me. I have no idea why but I always have bad runs on this day. Started way too late for a long run but thought if I took it slow I would be alright. Other than some right achilles pain, I felt fine physically. Mentally was a completely different story. I had absolutely no desire to run. After 11 miles, I gave in and sent an SOS to Becky. I was able to get in 2 more miles before she got to me.
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