Refused to run yesterday. Too ass-cold; cranky. Spun on indoor trainer instead, in front of the witch-a-licious charms of...well, the Charmed ones.
An hour went by remarkably fast, although today I'm sore, for some reason.
Also, saw The Spirit of Marathon last night. What an uplifting, dramatic movie. Go see it, really, if you haven't, yet. It's completely wortwhile, totally heartbreaking, and I pretty much cried through the whole movie. Coach Mike said, "So does it make you want to do a marathon?" I said, "Kinda. It makes me want to do a marathon in no more than four hours."
Today: Swim and jog. Damnit.
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