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The foul yowl

August 26, 2012

4am, in pre-run recline, sipping a long hot coffee. Through the walls I can hear the ominous howls of coyotes in chase. The wisdom of the pre-dawn start is questioned.

I go anyway…

Experienced an English muffin at mile 1. In the road, two halves, butter side down. I pondered the bailed breakfast for a kilometer or two. That’s like saying maybe a mile or maybe not.

Later I got some bad math. Back at the house 16 minutes early and had to turn it again.

Overall, a good Sunday run. 12.1 miles in the scheduled 1:35.



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