Notes
Easy hour jog-a-thon.
Only experiencing mild horror from my blister, and distant yammering from my PF.
Somewhere in the wilds of the Pyreness, or perhaps the Alps..no, no..the western Himalayas, back behind a massive wall of ice and frozen carcasses of foolhardy climbers, tucked into a deep-ass crevasse a half mile deep, swamped in a morass of prehistoric bones and volcanic pumice congealed with granite is a tiny voice saying, "your fitness is possibly on the rebound."
The end.