Went to the gym Saturday, and battled through 8 miles. It went like this.
- 3 miles on the treadmill.
At about 2.5 miles in, some guy came onto the treadmill immediately to my right and turned the TV on. With the volume all the way up. Thanks.
I said, "OK, this is getting dull", and went upstairs to the indoor track.
- 1 mile there.
So there, a mother decided that the indoor track was the perfect place to let her kids run around. Super.
Having had enough of that, I ventured back downstairs to a different treadmill.
- 2 miles there.
Nothing exciting to report, but I was really bored. I had been watching college football (no team preference, sorry), but everything was in halftime at that point.
Went back up to the track.
- 1 mile
The panter was there. Pant pant pant. Run run run. Pant pant pant. I could hear this guy 10 lengths in front or behind him. OK.. he's out there at least. But, he's in the same category as the grunter in the weight room, if you ask me.
After finishing that 15 laps, also mind numbing, I went to do my hip adduction/abduction.
Went back out to the track, and did
- my last mile.
Ugh. The cellphone guy was there. Yack yack yack. Loud loud loud.
They were all out at the gym that day. Oh well. Got through the 8, in not the most contiguous fashion, but they were completed.
Sunday was a rest day, and I'm debating what to do tonight. I wanted to run 5, but I'm feeling a bit creaky, so maybe it will be 3 and a swim or something.. We'll see.
Keep on rockin' everyone.