I accomplished the first part: ran one mile in 11 minutes 15 seconds which, I know, is technically not fast at all, but for me it is zipping right along. Then I reset my timer and headed out to jog 30 minutes, no particular route, just winding through the neighborhood and not trying to gauge mileage. You do not know how difficult this is for me and my OCD. My baseline is o mentally calculate how many 1/100ths of a mile I am going with each step.
Jogged for 20 minutes and then was blasted in the face by a firehose-caliber stream of yard

Once again, the Internet has saved me from having to do math. My 17-mile-per-gallon SUV has put me in a tizzy over gas prices and I've been thinking about a new car. But according to this article, it's cheaper to pay for the ridiculously priced gas than to buy a new car. One less thing to obsess over.
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Hey you! I love what you've done with the place. It's just mahvalus dahling!!!
Why is it when you have a sore toe or a cut you're always banging it into something, or when you get lasik'd your eyes are suddenly a target for every piece of flying shit debris on the planet??? Huh? Why?
now to figure out this comment thing!
m3at49
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