Evening run. Same route and time as last week, just an extra mile tacked on the end. Had a barking dog dart out of a driveway right before the gillas' house. I had my pepper spray and was ready to light him up, but when I turned to face him he put his tail down and ran back home. Coward. I don't like those dog encounters, but the extra epinephrine and cortisol my adrenal glands dumped into my blood stream did make the next mile or so a little easier.
This was a very difficult run and I'm not sure why. My breathing felt labored and my legs heavy the entire run. I guess some runs just feel this way. All I can do to fight back is get better quality workouts during the week, plenty of rest and better nutrition. Losing about ten pounds would make a huge difference too.
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