May 17, 2016

I am sitting in my car, on the first day of my 28th year alive, which I spent as follows: Four steady in the morning; four easy at noon; four easy in the afternoon; six reps til gasping, then flailing--this is how I determine VO2max pace--up Lawrence's biggest hill in the evening.

I didn't run my age, which is a thing people do, nor did I train for any races I haven't yet signed up for. But I fucked around outside, which is probably more fun than any of that anyway.

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