I was flying this morning remembering the current level of my running shape. I rolled down the 14th St. and soon found myself running at the Mall. Mind was traveling the memory lane, and I didn't pay too much attention in the pace. When I started to crawl back to the hotel I noticed that I was running way faster (6 miles, 6.40s) than last Sunday (7.40s). I blame the fast morning runners for that. Oh, and the nice weather, moon light, and all the memories deserve a mentioning. Or maybe couple days off (due to severe running conditions in Turku) and traveling for 15 hours helped, too?
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