On Sunday I went to my dad's to jump on the treadmill. The dreaded 14.5km run was upon me and I wasn't happy about it. The treadmill is located in the basement in Fiona's father's equivalent of a 'man-cave.' It's where he has his lazyboy and a tv that he can turn up real loud. The lazy boy is surrounded by various papers, magazines and stock markety things. The tv is usually turned on to some business channel. So I was kind of intruding. This time the tv was broken and he kept coming in and out of the room fiddling with the remote. It's hard to watch someone tinker around with technology they know nothing about (I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it either mind you). So I was a little distracted. The run went okay. It was long. Very long. Two hours and ten minutes long. God I'm slow. I started with 10-1 intervals (10min run - 1min walk) and then it went to 5-1 intervals then 5-2 and before long after the 10km mark I was doing 5-5 intervals. I stopped at some point to stretch. My legs get really tight after a while. Man this half marathon is going to take me like 3.5 hours at this rate lol. I'm going to be walking all funny I bet. Sigh. Now it's countdown to the dreaded 18km run which should be next weekend (but I'll be in TO) so I'm moving it to the weekend afterwards. When I come visit you this weekend I have to go to Carleton on the treadmill or on the canal for a 10km run at some point.
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