Saturday, January 22, 2011
I acquired a treadmill last year courtesy of my friend John. I decided to concede to the cold and see if I could sustain the mind-numbing task of a marathon on the dreadmill - something I never thought I'd succumb to, but I welcomed the test this morning with a somewhat maniacal craze. Regardless, I prepared a few bottles of potion (with no worry of them freezing) and tossed a couple of gels onto the consol.
Four boring TV shows on Kadra's laptop, one movie, and 3:35 later the green lights on the screen read 26.2. I should have just kept going and made it a 50K. . .