My core is weak sauce. My physical therapist once called me the least flexible person she has ever met. Fuck it, I’m goin’ in.
26 with absolutely no wind, I’ll take it.
12 mi 1:35:55 8:00 min/mi
37 mi for the week.
Next up, DRANKS.
Tomorrow morning’s only saving grace looks to be 7mph winds.
eggs bacon hashbrowns pancakes coffee