Sub-three-hour marathon (...or trying to get on the grinder board). Day 2.

Rodney Bay to the beach...again

Erell, the French girl from Phaedo, was supposed to come with us, but she slept in. We were up at 5:45...Nick heard us walk past his door at 5:57 and thought he was late for something. When he realized we were out for a run, he thought to himself that we were idiots.

This one was better and worse than the first one. Better in that I ran some hill repeats, but worse in that the overall pace was slower. I don't have numbers for this one, not that it matters.