Today marks my 3rd day of training. I suppose for someone in prison ministry I should look for a resurrection of sorts. No today. I ran after a day traveling. I also had a bit of aggro in my brain unit. I had a lot of things on my mind and I had hoped it would fuel my pace. Looking at the data, it did nothing . My first mile was 2 seconds slower. I also had a bit of technical difficulties trying to coordinate my makeshift armband for my phone. (It was an old sock that I cut the toe off if you’re wondering.)
Now I’m sitting on the sofa and wheezing and coughing while trying to watch the Arsenal match from earlier today. To borrow from James Bond, tomorrow is another day.
Run Gooner Run 
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