That’s more like it. My last couple of runs have been seriously uninspiring, but this one was much better: 10 miles on the treadmill at the gym, with a back issue of the Christian Science Journal (one of those magazines I keep saying I need to catch up reading) covering the display. Despite a few technical glitches with the treadmill (I accidentally reset it a couple of times during the run), I was able to get my run in and felt really good about it. My legs threatened to cramp up as soon as I stopped, but I dismissed that claim with the Scientific Statement of Being (“There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. …”) and Mrs. Eddy’s assertion that “muscles are not self-acting,” and that icky impending-charley-horse-from-hell feeling went away by the time I got home.
I’m now relaxing on the couch with a wine glass full of Gatorade (yes, as a matter of fact, I do think it’s perfectly acceptable for a teetotaler to use stemware) and my new laptop (review forthcoming after I’ve had time to play with it more) and contemplating the merits of frozen pizza versus yet another omelet for dinner. Life is good….
Miles today: 10
Total miles: 48.8