I ran on the treadmill this morning - something I don't like much at all - and ran 2.5k. At that pace, I'll finish the race sometime that afternoon (start time is 8am). I really need to get better at this! 2.5k in 25 min? Oh man. I'm done for. Nothing I can do except keep plodding along...
It's a good thing this race has something to run towards - firemen making me pancakes at the end. Now that's a reward. And just think about how hot I'll look after I run longer than I ever have before...red, sweaty, hurting...brown chicken brown coooooow.
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Dude you and my brother can train together--he's training for a triathon. What is going on over in Crapa that makes everyone want to do be the next ironman/woman?? ;-)
I think it's something in the wine, -er, water.
Well, I don't actually really WANT to do it...I just know I need to - lose weight, get in shape, challenge myself. I don't think I'd want to train with your brother. We'd start running and then he'd run and I'd feel like I was going to die after 2.7 minutes and start walking and he'd leave me in his dust.
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