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8 miles.
Twelve miles. I ran eight in the morning at 5:20, came home and got my kids up and off to school, did some work at home, and just did final four over lunch. Footing out there is a treacherous fucking mess, even with my screw shoes, and my heart does not feel happy about running a marathon in eight weeks.
Footing out there is a treacherous fucking mess, even with my screw shoes