Notes
Exhaustion on a biscuit.
Even so, felt good enough. 10:00 pace for first 3 miles then about 8:45 the rest of the way.
Horribly annoying Striders runners. More astoundingly weird than usual. Stuck behind that same fucktard Southern Baptist Blowhard minister who could not be more effeminate or smell more like a Halston factory or make more anti-woman, anti-gay, and anti everything except white men comments. A sheer delight to pass him midway through.
Lovely 20 mph headwind all the way back from LP Field. Drunks on Broadway. Bird pooped on me at mile 16.
Freaks at the end trying to push Oxygenated Water on everyone by shouting "DON'T DRINK GATORADE!! IT"S BAD FOR YOU!!. Wanted to throw my Gatorade on them.
Really loving the relaxation benefits of the long run today.