4 miles, mostly outside at 9:42 pace. Last quarter of a mile on the treadmill. Soooo, you may have noticed that I didn't break my most consecutive days of running record. Man, I hate falling short of my goals. However, I was prepared to cut myself major slack because for the last 2-3 weeks I was seriously convinced that I was expecting. It turns out, though, that my body was just playing a little joke on me. It is a stupid joke, and I have heard it before, yet I somehow fell for it once again. It is easy to believe something you would like to be the truth. Anyway, no harm done other than a week-long vacation from running. It was a pretty good vacation. I got a little more sleep and got my legs nice and rested up. Now it is back to the serious business of surviving the summer heat. I need a snow cone.
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