Early PM - 6 miles of death around campus finding classes. Alarm didn't go off so pure death in the sun today. I had a very large amount of peach cobbler before the run which I regret immensely. I'm surprised I didn't die.
Late PM - 9 miles. Felt tired and kind of trashed at the beginning but felt really good by the end. At about 4 miles in I was in a sketchier part of town, when I passed two dudes. As I pass by them I hear one of them yell "HEY!" And, being an idiot, I turn around. It's two black guys, one my height but bigger, and the other maybe a foot taller than me, and im 6 ft. "Can I ask you a question?" The bigger dude asks, walking towards me. I have a brief inner conflict. "Sure" I say. "I'm an MMA fighter" he tells me. Turns out he needed to lose 40 lbs by his match in October, and asked for my advice. I told him everything I knew. Good ten minutes of conversating. During which more of his friends showed up on bikes. They taught me a handshake and we parted ways. Best of luck to Orlando. Nice guy. Anyway avg pace 6:49, so it was a nice run. Classes start tomorrow. Ugh.
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