Notes
In order to not follow the plan, you need to have a plan. My plan this morning was to run really slow and try to get in 6.3 or so. I started off super slow per the plan. First .5 in 6 minutes. During this portion of the run there was talk of frogs, freshman point guards, and boyfriends. It was generally delightful. Ultra-ish, without all the miles, Malden soup, and pumpkins. Then, I scrapped the plan and let the run flow through me. There were no jackets with patches on the elbows but there were no sleeves. Because sleeves are for pussies.