I know it may not seem like much to fit young types or fit old types but I ran on a treadmill for one whole hour and ran more than 5 miles for the first time in my gosh-darned life.
It was at least partly to assuage my guilt over not going boxing on Monday but I only hoped to run for half an hour at most (well jog I suppose would be more accurate for those of you of a mathematical bent who have worked out my speed) so I was most surprised to get to 4 miles let alone 5. That's 8kms.
It may have had something to do with staying out of the house while Peta stamped her feet, threw her arms in the air and exhaled through her teeth in the completion of a 500 word assignment. Upon my return the huffing and puffing was not quite done with so I headed off out again to submit the paperwork for my work permit...and stand around in shops...and go to the library...before the all clear was issued and I was safe to return home.
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