Today I ran 7.5 miles on the treadmill in 70 minutes.

WHAT.

Granted, I was watching VH1’s “Best Songs of the 80s” during that time (and got through approximately songs 45-28, to be exact). So that helped the time go by. But still. That was a lot of miles to run (the most I’ve run ever!) and a lot of minutes to keep running during. Now my legs really hurt. I am worried that I am turning into one of those people who runs a lot and trains to run more and is always saying things like, ‘I am training to run a half marathon’ because I sort of am. Maybe. I might do that.

The dog has a cone on his head right now from a minor surgery he had last week, and he’s bashing it into everything in our apartment multiple times a day, especially my legs. There is nothing quite so irritating as having a cone bashed into your legs every thirty-seven seconds that you are at home. Even though it’s by the dog, so it’s being done with love.

Sad Coneheaded Dog.

Sad Coneheaded Dog.

Oh, and Happy Halloween everyone!  Can you guess who I went as?

littleedie

It's very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present.

No fair if I already told you.  =)

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