After Work Run #8723

Day ten of the daily running and after yesterday’s graffiti adventure my legs were a little heavy.

I slogged out what felt like a modest four klicks, but the pace wasn’t terrible enough for me to say anything besides it felt slower than it really was. I didn’t entirely believe my watch, to be honest. Not fast. But not a dead-legged wobble either.

Enough to earn a couple slices of freshly delivered pizza for lunch when I got home, at least.