Rushing to get in a run between work and the long drive north on Friday, I had a very unsatisfactory run on the basement gym's treadmill. Hate the treadmill. I was bored, tired, and had brought the smallest FA with to get her out of Mom's hair, and she was bored and tired, too, and so became a big distraction. I didn't hit 3 miles or 30 minutes, and ended up walking a load just to say I did it. Pile on that the many beers I drank at a reunion of sorts on Saturday night. Aiming to get back out on the road tonight, and back to feeling like I've started something. Peace, boys.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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The fact that you got out there given all the distractions is a huge victory. Nice job.
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