8 miles @ 9:09/mi. Provo canyon with Kevin and Wayne.
The thermometer said 32°, but we all thought it felt much colder, more like 20°. None of us felt speedy this morning. At times I felt like I was barely moving. I was pleasantly surprised to see we had averaged 9:09/mi. It felt much slower. It felt good to finish.
I just noticed there's enough "felt" in the above paragraph to cover a pool table. Here's a version my English teacher may have liked better:
The mercury at freezing, our bones agreed. Our leadened legs labored. Blessed journey's end. Welcome rest.
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