Slow

Why is it that, while you’re on the treadmill, time goes so much slooooowwwwwwwwwwer? Even on the elliptical, 30 minutes seems like 30 minutes. But when I’m running along in the narrow confines of the treadmill, the space-time continuum bends to spite me. Curses!

Anyhow, the running on the treadmill is in preparation for a race that I am running on Sunday. It’s called the Race to Deliver, and it’s going to help raise money for people to provide nutritious meals for impoverished people with illnesses like HIV/AIDS and cancer. The race itself is a four-mile (6.4 km) run or walk in Central Park, and it is my first race since my days in cross-country (in high school)! So I fully expect myself to be out of shape, despite doing cardio every time I work out downstairs. My goal: beat 32 minutes. I’ll have to pop some pain killers to ward off those evil shin splints…

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