It’s always 86 now for the start?
8mi. I watched John Reback zoom past me going a a 6 min mile pace, sweat some and had a moment to shower off. And I notice, every morning I come here it’s 86 degrees. Lats year, 82. What’s happening? I ran the first lap slower than usual, alone. And all the rest of ’em alone, and not at the quick pace I did last week’s run. I do well here, the sun rises later each day so more of the run is in total darkness. Oh and the cute little heart lites from PBG Medical Center? They turn themselves on and off at will, so mine is almost burnt out! Oh well, the Nathan ones work better anyway.