Lack of posting /= lack of progress. Week in review: went for a run Saturday morning, it was a disaster. I was gassed before I started, gassed'er about 2 minutes into it. Made it about a mile. Got my revenge Tuesday night, three miles non-stop, personal best. Sgt. Tai makes a helluva pace man. Thought I'd just go ahead and do it again Thursday, but the legs weren't on the same page as brain, got about 1.5 miles in, before the pain took over. My legs weren't cut out for running, so we're gonna try mixing in some new stuff. What did we learn from this? I'm way better running at night. I'm pretty much a vampire, but not the kind teenage girls like. I'm more of the gross old man kind. I've never liked the sun anyway.
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