Notes
On a treadmill at a gym. Snuck in using my sister's pass (shhh). Not too bad. Got into a brutal running competition with the guy next to me. They were playing a Cameron Diaz movie and I just wanted to quit (dear god, I wanted to quit) but as long as he was still going and wheezing next to me then dammit, I could do another mile. Cameron's head was huge. The sweat was seriously becoming an issue. He quit right before my planned 8 miles were up.
It is comforting to know that if we were on the street he would have passed me pretty quickly but my masochistic tendencies allow me to outlast a good majority of treadmill runners now.
Except for maybe Ivan Drago.
Ok, back on track.