8:00 p.m. Just asI lay frantic Jack in his crib with his precious "bobby", did I notice the lonely treadmill. I didn't eat dinner, so it was a good night for speed. (relatively speaking, of course, both in terms of speed and good) 7-8-7-9-7-9-7 mph, 1 mile each. It's much easier to run 7 than 9. Recovery Oh's cereal. This morning my back is sore. It doesn't seem accustomed to running faster. Once again, hopefully no running tonight.
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