My back was killing me, so I needed to run to. I managed to move the soreness to my legs. Jens came again, but he wanted to do 2 tempo miles. He's not being very nice to his old man. We walked out the door and ran the first mile around 7:40. Not too tough. At the turnaround he decided to pick it up a bit. I let him go, but kept him close enough. He ran pretty hard for .6 and started to fade. I passed him on a hill, leaving us .25 of flat straight to get home. At this point I ran out of my croc. I had to go get it, and he passed me back and gapped me. I decided to let him win. It's probably even money that I could have caught him. That second mile was 6:40. He was pretty gassed and glad to go inside. I ran four additional pedestrian miles, more suited to post marathon recovery.
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