Notes
49:30 out and 47:45 back and moderate suckage the whole time. Overall fatigue, left hag barking, and serious wind. Decided at mile 2 just to get through this and back off.
The topper came when I finished and was walking back to my car. Some old dude in a sagging LTD pulled all the way over into the wrong lane right next to me, rolled down his window and said, "No slacking, little girl! You're supposed to be jogging!"
What the fuck? I mean, seriously. THE FUCK?