Blood Doping: You're Doing it Wrong
Six more miles in a running funk. I hate this. 10:15 pace. It hurts, I feel sick, and I don't want to run any more. The whole time I'm asking my legs for more and they reply like Scotty, "We're givin' it all we got, Captain! We can't take this much longer!" I almost got hit by a car again. I was running (well, more speed-walking) on the left-hand side of the road and approaching a T intersection where the body of the T was intersecting the road I was on. A car came up to the intersection with the intention of turning right onto the street I was on. The driver was only looking to her left, and finding a small window of opportunity, started gunning it just as I was running in front of her car. Luckily she saw me and was able to stop. I usually run behind the car in that situation and had done so earlier on the same road. I was thinking about work at the time and got lazy, I guess.
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