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Seriously, this Volkslauf training is a lot harder than I imagined. Wait, it isn't what you think. It isn't all THAT difficult once I tie my shoes, get in the car (more on that later), pin on my "next of kin notification" bib, and hit the pavement.
It's the getting there part that I am finding is my true enemy.
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Last week out of sheer curiosity, I set my odometer in the driveway and drove to our Truxtun meetup location. It was 7 miles. Calculate that it's a 14-mile roundtrip I'm making in order to put myself through dirt, ants, spurs, sand up to my knees, and 100 degree heat. That's 14 miles/13 miles per gallon in my environmentally unfriendly SUV, so not only did I pay a sizeable fee that only God and my personal drill sergeant know, but I'm also paying an additional $4.00 a day in gas to get there. I think that might be considered masochistic or lunacy at best.
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Days 5-7 went well, except for...
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