i continued my string of lameness. 5 miles (15:00) on the Dead Fish Trail. legs are still hopelessly dead. maybe tomorrow. which is what i said yesterday. feeling like game-day decision on jackalope, although i sent off today for Secret Weapon. we shall see.
today’s unfortunate discovery: fiona apple’s “frosty the snowman” is EXACTLY the correct number of beats per minute for jackalope pace. yikes.