I headed in to Hartley and ran the guardrail loop. The trails were muddy, deep standing water everywhere. Awesome. I passed up a group of runners gingerly picking their way through the woods, trying their best to bypass the mud and water. As I streaked past them, mud caked on my legs, water from the last puddle dripping from my face, huge grin on my face, they probably thought I was slightly insane.
8, maybe 9 miles in the woods, and I feel like myself again.
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