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many, many drops of sweat
Aug. 1st, 2006 08:51 pmThis afternoon's walk training was a Big Deal to me. I've been off since my failed attempt at walking on Saturday, after which I came home and went to bed for about three weeks. I'm low on motivation right now, and it's fecking hot. Today called for five miles of walking.
I did it. I jogged about half of it. I'd like to say I ran, but really. A 12-minute mile doesn't count as running, no matter how I frame it in my head. The track was .34 miles around, with a restroom and a water fountain and a very entertaining group of young men having what might have been the first football practice of their lives. I also got to scold some roustabout pre-teens who had taken it upon themselves to start rearranging trash cans and picnic tables in a misplaced display of virility for the pouty-faced girls hangin' with them. Here's how a stunningly slow but enormously satisfying 70 minutes went:( Read more... )
I did it. I jogged about half of it. I'd like to say I ran, but really. A 12-minute mile doesn't count as running, no matter how I frame it in my head. The track was .34 miles around, with a restroom and a water fountain and a very entertaining group of young men having what might have been the first football practice of their lives. I also got to scold some roustabout pre-teens who had taken it upon themselves to start rearranging trash cans and picnic tables in a misplaced display of virility for the pouty-faced girls hangin' with them. Here's how a stunningly slow but enormously satisfying 70 minutes went:( Read more... )
