TD 17: 3 miles, 39:10

So, today we had to run on the treadmills at my apartment complex, due to my forgetting of my running gear at home. No time to go get it, baby needed to be picked up! :/

So we went to the treadmills. And I think I must be coming down with something. Cause even those three miles really really sucked. I mean, I felt really bad. It was hard to keep running. I only gave myself one official walking break, but I slowed down a few times in the middle. Towards the end I pushed myself real hard, just so it would be over. It felt real bad. Blech.

And it sucked cause I'm used to Gray distracting me with his never-ending flow of chatter, and he didn't really talk, since the treadmills were so loud. And it was so hot in there. :(

I know, I'm whining. But look: I managed to get my time down even more. Yay me. It only took death to get me there.

Coming down with something,

MIZZ WADE