Notes
running on a treadmill aboard USS Nitze DDG 94 in a pressurized area. something was fucking with me because i got 35 minutes in and started dying. i refuse to believe that i was just out of shape. i'm just gonna do 8mi every day I have left this week and i should be at about 40. not quite the 45 that I am (was?) aiming for. the rocking of the boat kinda made things harder since all of a sudden i'd be sliding off the back. I was already running pretty close to the front of the treadmill so the rocking forward just fucked me up and didn't make it really any easier. overall i did what i had to do.