5 miles (12:00)

my horrible secret: I really like the treadmill. although probably not at 5 am. I love not having to think. i think for a living. ok, i sit idly and attempt not to snore too loudly for a living. but i like to think of myself as thinking, and that’s almost like thinking. something about just setting the autopilot and not paying attention. kinda like driving i-10 between san antonio and junction. i may never run outside again. and if i do, i’ll just run on i-10. anyhow, today’s run was hugely better. has to have been the gluten. everything running normal again. 5 miles, 12:00, 132. didn’t see your mom at all, which makes sense given that we’ve decided i AM your mom.


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