While on the treadmill, I glanced over at the girl next to me. I hate to be judgemental, but I remember walking over to the fitness center at a much faster pace than she was going on her treadmill. I don’t know why this struck me so much, but it did. Does it even count as exercise when you go that slowly? Would she eventually speed up?
I got tired of waiting for THAT to happen. I had to get going to a meeting that went from 12:00-2:15 p.m. I can’t believe that there wasn’t any other time to have a meeting but during lunch. Food was to be provided, but I wasn’t surprised that there was no food in sight when I arived in the room at 12:01 p.m.
Today, I HAD to get my run in. I didn’t run yesterday. Actually, I didn’t do anything at all. Although the training plan called for a 4 miler today, I only had time to run 3 miles. It was better than no workout at all.
After a 1 mile warm up, I began a set of Yasso 800s. It was no use. My body wasn’t cooperating. My calf muscles were still sore from Sunday’s long run. I did only 3 Yasso 800s and finished off the last bit at tempo pace.
Later at home I helped my son, BoBo, film a “Got Milk” commercial for school. It came out cute. I also gathered family information for a family tree project for YaYa.