Cuz I'm a Bad Motorcycle and a Mean Motor-Scooter

Last night my friend Nate talked me into running in the gym so we could work out together. Of course, everyone knows how I HATE treadmill running, but I'm at the point where I HAVE to get my milage up OR ELSE.

So I went.

I did a little over 6 miles at an 11.3 min/mile pace (5 miles including a little over 1 warmup mile), but I swear to God I thought I was going to die. It's a completely different ball game than running outside, and I've really avoided treadmill running this entire season.


I really had to force myself to do it. I was feeling like dying. And I expected the run to make me feel better, but it didn't. I now have to figure out how to get in 9 miles today since I overslept . . . still trying to figure out my fucking alarm.

The whole time, I keep thinking, FOUR MORE WEEKS AND I'M NOT OFFICIALLY TRAINING FOR ANYTHING.

And . . . . PHILLY OR BUST!

And judging by the 6 miles on the tread tonight, it's gonna be UGLY! But you know what? We don't care if it's ugly. We'll take it!

3 tidbits of wizdom:

Tea said...

Howdy!

I had to stop by here because the forum is getting me crazy!

What's the deal with your divorce? When does it become finalized. Having that stress gone will definitely help.

Duane said...

Dang, maybe we'll be single about the same time! Oh damn, I'm too old :-)

Meggan Ann said...

December . . .

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