It has been an abysmal week or two for my marathon training. Missed days. Shortened runs. Slow paces. And one wild Monday night spent checking out a band at the Bowery Ballroom, which, though terribly fun, set my body back a few days.
Then there is the pesky root-and-rock-covered path in New Haven's East Rock park that attacked me again on Thursday. Head over heals again. Scraped up my knee again, this time enough that I had to take off my T-shirt to soak up the blood.
It's such a great route through the woods along the Mill River, but I might have to give it a pass for a while until I figure out what's going wrong. The knee can't take another spill like that, and I'm running out of T-shirts.
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