1.28 miles. Thirty-eight minutes. The second-longest walk in this whole run, and it came four days after a regular half-miler. The pattern is becoming clear: short, short, short, then long. The body negotiating with itself about what it can handle.

Heart rate tells the story better than the pace does. Average 119, max 149 — that’s actual effort for a walk. Not jogging effort, but the kind where your breathing changes and you notice it. Thirty-minute miles but working for them.

Mid-September in Pensacola. Still hot. Still walking. The distances are creeping up even when the pace isn’t, and that’s the part that matters.

A mile and a quarter. It’s more than it sounds like when you started at half.

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// RAPTOR GIRL