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- I have nothing in the tank - riding my bike to work today at a normal pace, not fast not slow, I realized that was all I could give - I have nothing in the tank. I felt like this during the half marathon a couple weeks ago as well - during the first mile I watched the 2-hour pacers speed off into the distance. At first I thought they were going too fast because I couldn't possibly be running that slow, but no, I was running that slow, and it was all I could give. I always have an overdrive gear that I can kick into (unless it's the end of a mile race) but I don't right now. My highest gear is third. This is a weird, trembly feeling. It's weird that I've gotten this same head cold twice and it's run the same course exactly two weeks apart, same days of the week even. I got quite a respectable amount of sleep over the weekend and went to bed at a perfectly reasonable time last night, and I slept like a rock, but this morning I felt like I could sleep another three hours. Maybe I did need to sleep more this weekend? Oh well, the best thing from the weekend was looking at Jupiter and the Galilean moons late Friday night.
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