I'm about two or so miles past the border, back in Washington. The going was rough for a while until I decided to take a second painkiller. While I'd rather not slip into the behavior patterns of an ibuprofen junkie, I see no other way to avoid hobbling. So: drugs it is.
I doubt I'll make my stated goal of 25 miles today. If all goes well, I'll make 15-18 miles, and will count myself lucky if I manage 20 miles before Chuck comes by to extract me from the LZ.
Right... gotta move on.
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Marathon
11 years ago
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