6 miles around the Y track is a total of 72 laps. Sweet Jesus. So, I decided that since I can't count to 72 while running, I better get on the dreadmill. Ugh. Well what do I hate more than the dreadmill? Not much comes to mind... maybe pelvic exams... maybe.
I pull up to the Y... not ONE effing parking place. The place is hopping. Kids running all over climbing on shit and all the treadmills are occupied except one. I go to put my kicks on and realize that I dropped my damn socks somewhere. Gah! I find it and I get on the treadmill. After my warm-up, I try to reset the time to 90 minutes. Nope, I can't. Meaning that I'll have to reset the time, my age and weight every 30-effing-minutes. Apparently, the Y has a rule about working out for more than 30 damn minutes. A-holes.
So, with a touch of dramatic flare I launch off the treadmill and storm the hell out of the joint.
EFF SUNDAY
At that point I have pretty much decided that a run isn't in the cards and I start to question the whole schedule. Why did I pick a June race? Did I not consider that the bulk of my miles would be in inclement
weather?
DOUBTS DOUBTS DOUBTS
Oh well, tomorrow is a new day. Also, although this is completely un-related to my running or lack thereof... the register I was checking out on at the grocery store today froze and I had to wait 23 minutes while it re-booted. Yep, couldn't leave since they weren't sure if it charged my credit card or not. Like I said... screw today.
bah,
falon
ps: Now, I'm just trying to decide if i should make up my long run tomorrow morning on the track or do I just keep going with week three? I can't find it in my book, but if I remember correctly they said to just skip it. But, tomorrow is a rest day and it seems like a waste to have two loser days in a row.
Onward and Upward
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