Post choir run. Choir was a heavy diet of Rachmaninov in Russian, and Lauridsen in Latin. I find myself running late so often, thereby wasting all the good chemistry. Who needs feel-good stuff to fall asleep? Pretty much the same run as last night, minus one kid plus a little speed. It wasn't as slo as last night, but the gps was dead, so, let's put it this way; Monday night I never breathed laboriously, Tuesday I did.
My legs feel heavy and leaden this week. I lanced three blisters, and now my shoes fit better. Thank goodness things lighten up a bit with mileage this week. I need to rest and repair. | 