When I went running a few weeks ago I found a dollar. So sometimes it literally pays to go slow, guys! Although, a dollar is not a whole lot of money to get for the amount of effort I put in. Going slow is also a good way to avoid stepping on all the little snails who apparently have great need to get from one side of the sidewalk to the other. It's like running through a mine field, only if I misstep I'm not the one who dies.
This week I did not want to go running. At all. That interval training last week left me sore all over my whole body until at least Wednesday. I wanted to sit inside in my comfortable exercise clothes eating Lofthouse pink frosted cookies while watching Netflix and doing puzzles.
One day I got ready to go and made it all the way to the door only to find out that the dead bolt was locked. Inside I was thinking, "Well, I tried. This is an obvious sign that I should stay inside and finish reading about Tarzan." But deeper than that I was thinking, "Don't be laaaaaame! Tarzan wouldn't let a locked door stop him from going running and killing a lion!" So I listened to my deeper thoughts and did the Tarzan thing, and it was pretty okay I guess. I did not kill any lions.
I did about 7 1/2 miles this week. I read one Tarzan book.
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