This means I've run on the treadmill the last 2 days.
Yesterday I ran for 1 hour and 10 minutes.
It was the longest 1 hour and 10 minutes of my life.
Sometimes I think that the treadmill was invented by a man that has never run a day in his life. He's jealous and hates runners. He wants them to suffer and find misery in the things they normally find joy in.
It's a slow torture.
It was so bad that at mile 3 the little angel on my right shoulder started making me think that maybe I could just run 3 and call it good. I might not even run the marathon. Who's crazy idea was it to train through January and February for a 26.2 mile race anyway? I must have been crazy to think it was possible. How mad would my friend who's running the race be at me if I bailed now?
And then the angel on my other shoulder (you know- the one that got me into this mess in the first place) said "You can do it!!! Don't listen to her. She's a doubter and wants you to fail, and never reach your goal of running a marathon!"...
...I hate that little girl perched on my shoulder talking me into such things.
Geesh.
So I guess me and the treadmill better become friends, because I have a marathon to run.
