I timed the first 10k of my run this morning to gauge how far I’d fallen off from my race time… I was only 12 seconds slower than my personal best.
Feeling good, feeling great.
To music practice in Little Italy!

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Check out the archives here.I timed the first 10k of my run this morning to gauge how far I’d fallen off from my race time… I was only 12 seconds slower than my personal best.
Feeling good, feeling great.
To music practice in Little Italy!