a disturbing reflection of a my silhouette today was enough to get me back in the saddle (and by 'saddle' i mean stupid-hot-even-though-its-9-at-night phoenix sidewalks)...
2 mi. @ moderate pace
i could have done 3 but 2 didn't feel awful (despite the red-hot-blues-induced acid reflux) and i didn't want to push my luck. foot felt good...
notable event: ran past 2 gangster-looking 14 year-olds that smelled bizarrely, surprisingly, strongly, and pleasantly of cologne... so odd that it made my run.
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