I set out on this gray, cool, breezy afternoon for an easy 3 miler. Wasn't expecting such an unpleasant 34 minutes. Not after my stellar 6 miles Sunday. While I spastically swatted hairs from my face, I retraced my last 24 hours for a concrete reason why the run was so abysmal.
Not enough carbs?
Not enough water?
Wearing boots all morning fatigued my calf muscles?
Andrew Bird is killing my vibe?
I waited the 20 mins or so until my second wind usually kicks in...nothing. Sometimes it's just a drag.
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