At least I'm running more than July last year (70-75 hours/week at the hospital and still too hot to run when I got home = 0 miles). I keep telling myself, the humidex never goes below 30, it's okay to take a break.
And then Hanna came along. Hopefully it wasn't too much to handle along the coast, but it broke the heat here.
I jogged for an hour this morning. Maybe tomorrow morning will be as nice. If not, I'll relax until it is. I'll be ok.
The dog and I have been running together for about six years now. We try to enter a primeval trance-like state at least a few times a week, and then I write about it here so that I don' t bore the people I encounter in Real Life. Warning: may contain some gastrointestinal subject matter. The army marches on its stomach.
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