LOS FELIZ -- Ran the Blvd route to a miserable conclusion. It was in the wake of an ill-advised lunch of chicken sandwich and slaw at about 2p. The run took place at around 4p. Dumb.
In addition, it was fairly warm, with the bank therm at 89 degrees with full sun blazing. Dry. Hot. Bent. It actually went better than expected for the first 3.5 miles of slog (not a quick pace, I'll venture) but was a mess for the last mile. Mind, body and spirit all running in different directions. Bad juju. Bad run generally. But it happened. So there it is. You gotta have them here and there.
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