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I gently run. And remarkably I don't try and run too hard. I potter round. It's a bit chilly down the back straight. But it is quite pleasant focussing a little on form and not worrying about pushing. I think if I had tried to push it, I would have been reduced to a coughing, spluttering mess.
I suspect the time is going to be bad. In the last 200 metres I conjure up a sprint for a laugh and pick up 7 or 8 places.
At the finish, the time is truly terrible. Which is fine, but even though I know I wasn't pushing, pains me.
Need to get to the end of the year and then shape up
5km 25:14
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