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Logging is a hassle... (Read 577 times)


Imaginary Space Filler

    If I didn't have (god I hope it's not) a femoral stress fracture...I'd log some runs.


    FuckityFuckFuck 


    And ya, i used to log runs never later than that day. On a few occasions, I logged the run distance and the time before - then go out and match what I logged.

     I now have a brand new theory that logging first and running after...leads to possible stress fractures!!   


    @BeachesRunner

      Apparently not a stress fracture or I doubt I'd have felt as good. Apparently 8 days with virtually no running was what I needed.


      Of course, I ran first and logged 2nd today - so maybe that had a positive effect Smile


      Imaginary Space Filler

          good!
        flovesparko


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          But I have not logged my run yet.

           Trent. LOL   Are you related to "Coach Dragon Slayer"  on Survivor?  If you watch that show, you will understand.  

             Trent. LOL   Are you related to "Coach Dragon Slayer"  on Survivor?  If you watch that show, you will understand.  

             

            No but he's mastered cut and paste.


            We've Got Big Hills

              No but he's mastered cut and paste.

               

              Yessir.  And google.  Don't forget google.

                 

                Yessir.  And google.  Don't forget google.

                 

                Dude my phone has google.  All I have to do is talk to it.


                We've Got Big Hills

                   

                  Dude my phone has google.  All I have to do is talk to it.

                   

                  Yeah, that is about the sweetest new technology there is.  I still get giggly ever time I use 1-800-goog411.


                  Prince of Fatness

                    Yeah, that is about the sweetest new technology there is.  I still get giggly ever time I use 1-800-goog411.

                     

                    This is what we have become?  Yet "bagels" are bad.  Sigh.

                    The jogger formerly known as MrPHinNJ

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