Notes
No, that's not a typo, it really was 75 degrees on October 9 just before 7 AM. It was pretty miserable out there. My legs felt a little sore at first, but they somehow got better as I went along. It was one of those runs where I knew my pace was going to be slow, so I just set my watch to show the time of day. I survived.
After Saturday, I probably should note that I had no stomach issues, but I also didn't eat anything before the run, I just drank some water.
Also, this is the run where I found out that guy found his lost black cat, and that made my run just a little less miserable.