930am- Rock-a-bye run with Allie. I wish she was moving into my basement instead. What a good friend.
My right gluteus has been screaming at me for the past few days. I tweaked it on Friday's Trail run. Steve dug his elbow into it last night, which painfully fun, but less fun this morning. The pace started around 8:00ish and naturally found its way down to 7:00, at one point. I couldnt figure out why I was getting tired. The wood chips were especially sloggy, but nice and gentle on my tender buns.
After the run, we walked a lap to visit a bit more. She's on the countdown to TOU, quitting her job, moving across the country and reuniting with her lover, all within the next 17 days. Go Allie.
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