Was granted a 91-minute taste of Hell for running on the sabbath. 3 miles of grinding up to the trails. Borderline heatstroke, dehydration, extreme fatigue, chaffing, and then... caught my second wind. Blasted through the trees at light speed for roughly 69 seconds then popped my left ankle real good... Hobbled 2 more miles to the trailhead at 12-minute pace, hit the roads for the last 4 miles at only a half-hobble.
Takeaways from today: don't run in the afternoon, ever. Purchase nut-butter. Stop stepping on unstable rocks. Amen.
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