A relatively uneventful run. The Rantoul smell is gone. It was foggy. My phone said it was in the 30s, but I was really overdressed. I stopped at 2.5 to take off the shirt under my jacket. A few times throughout I contemplated taking my jacket off. I would have been warm enough...but I'm not much of shirtless runner. Towards the end of my run, some fine middle aged to elderly gentlemen called out to commend me for my running. They asked me how long I was running, and I told them 8 miles. They then complimented me on my shapliness, so I gave them a thumbs up and kept running. They yelled a little louder, and I'm guessing that they were either admiring my determination or they thought I flipped them the bird. I was too far away to figure out which one. My watch died in the last 2 miles, but my pace was just under 9 minute miles on the whole. For some reason, I'm not able to paragraph this entry, even thought I'd really like to.
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