Day 98
This is how the conversation went Tony: "I don't even start jogging until 4.1 or 4.2. Then I crank it up to 5.0 for the last minute and that's my level 10." Margaret: "I'm almost jogging at 3.8. My legs are short. I cranked it up to 4.3 tonight and thought I was gonna hurl. Man, that was fun."
Really? Fun! Did I just say that? I must be losin my mind up in here. Also, it must be said that we are not runners. This is new to us. So, all you people out there rockin an 8 minute mile can stop snickering. My treadmill experience tonight was very motivating. Several weeks ago I sort of threw up the white flag and said "I'm not a runner and I'm not ever gonna be a runner." That's been nagging at me ever since. I'm not a quitter. So there it is, I'm putting it out there that at the end of this 12 weeks I'm going to sign up for a 5K! Hopefully I won't end up in traction as a result.
Cheers!
Margaret
P.S. What's the world coming to when you're giddy at the thought of purchasing an adjustable weight bench? I can't wait. I'm such a nerd. :)
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