My husband tried to kill me. It's been a few weeks since my last long run, so I thought I'd just do a mediumish 6 or 7. He not only talked me in to joining him on his run, but then convinced me to do the entire thing with him. The good news is that it did not, in fact, kill me. And the even better news is that I don't even have any residual tightness or achiness. I did soak my feet a couple of times afterwards and they are not any worse than usual.
As I post this I suddenly realize that all of my posts have been a week behind. I ran 20 miles the first week of August, not 10! I can't believe I didn't notice for three whole weeks. Guess I'm subconsciously trying to prolong summer.
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