Anchorage - Day 3 - Another Day at the Office

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Today was a routine day at work. I got up, had breakfast and headed over to the classroom building. Class went smoothly, and I returned to the hotel. I tried going for a run, but my new shoes turned out to be a bit small and within 10 minutes I had shooting pain in both my heels. I decided to back off lest I do some serious damage.

After all, I don't want to ruin my chances of running the Detroit Marathon.

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