1 stinking mile. I got home from DC (up early to catch a 715 east coast flight), jumped on to a few hours of conference calls, then jogged down to the track for the Eagle 8 invite. It was cold, wet, raining and windy. Kids were chattering their teeth throughout the meet. I felt tired, beat up, cold and maybe even a little sick. I considered more jogging when the meet ended but I decided to just cut bait.
March ends with 303.2 miles on the year, 40.17 hours, 10950 feet. On the year it sits at 927 miles, 126.8 hours, 45,160 feet.
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