
Last week was crazy. I ran last Monday 1 mile at a 7:45 pace. I ran more than that but I only logged 1 mile of it to see my pace. I was on the treadmill at our community center and in the past my time on the treadmill is super slow. So, I cranked it full blast and let it rip. I felt like I was sprinting but I only managed a 5 second increase on my time. Have I said how much I hate to run on a treadmill.
Anyways, Wednesday I had to drive to Austin for TCEA. I had to work a booth in large convention hall followed by hosting a customer event. Needless to say I did not run. I drove back Thursday turned out to be a record setting snowfall day for Dallas Texas. We got over a foot of snow and I was stuck driving right in the middle of it. The snow did not let up until Friday morning. I had every intention to go to the community center and run on that spawn of Satan treadmill but I ended up getting distracted by snowmen and burying a friends car under feet of snow. What can I say…”we don’t see nuttin like that round these parts”
So that brings us to this week. It has been 7 days since I have ran and I feel like a slouch… an oversized, lazy, mound of skin and fat. Today is Tuesday and this is my promise before all mankind. I will run Tuesday thru Friday every day. Weather will not be an excuse, if I travel then I run to get there.
I will run….
NOT want to run on a treadmill. I can not accuratly express how much I HATE running on a treadmill. What to do? Well, I can go outside and run in a 38 degree down pour. This option will most likely result in some form of a sickness that will put me out of the game for a couple of weeks. At my current pace I need every day I can get to run. Option 2 is unfortunatly running on a treadmill. It is either that or sitting on my fat butt eating bon bons and watching Americas Next Top Model…wait… I mean drinking beer and watching 24.
Nothing screams confidence louder than an eye patch. Snake Plissken had one and he escaped from New York and L.A. Bushwick Bill wore an eye patch after he shot himself in the eye AND he is a midget…score…twice. So, I raise my glass to you Johnny Eye Patch… where ever you are.

turn the burners on. No Sweat right? Time for the little lady to see what her man can do. I thank the good Lord above she decided to continue on to the house after a hundred feet or so of pacing me. Because I was beat.
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brisk 10 minute run to increase my cardio a tad and still work on my 1 mile time.