August 4
AM: 3mi, 21:22, (7:07/mi): Neighborhood. Slow. Pre-T shake-out.
PM: 7mi, 48:51, (6:59/mi): LS8. This falls under the "I had a test" exception. Felt like crap. Maybe it shouldn't count...
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