The treadmill was a lot gentler on me today. I got one of the "good ones," while the guy two machines down did not. I wasn’t exactly sure what his problem was. I was trying to mind my business and stay in my little iPod world, but it was hard.
It sounded like he was having a temper tantrum. He was banging his feet so loudly that I couldn’t help but overhear the commotion. After he left, a lady came over with a towel to clean up the mess he made.
I kept it short and ran only 4 miles. It was just a smidgen more than yesterday. I felt good but didn’t want to push my luck. I am on a streak, you know. I have managed to exercise TWO days in a row! I even did strength work.
Now, don’t tell anyone but… I am planning to run again tomorrow – outside even. It looks like the beginning of something beautiful, and I don’t want to jinx it.