Far be it from me to impose unrealistic expectations on myself for having walked on a treadmill 3 days in a row....
At least I don't feel like I was a complete failure today. I'm sure my knees will beg to differ tomorrow. That's OK though. Me and my friend Darvocet can take care of them just fine.
I was able to go the full duration of a movie this time. I had to justify my rather poor selection, Paycheck with Ben Awfuleck, to my lovely yet cinematographically intolerant wife, by explaining that it was about duration rather than content; a benchmark, of sorts.
Parenthetically speaking, I can typically tell when I've made a poor selection on Netflix by the whooshing sound my wife makes as she escapes the room in sheer disgust. What can I say? She has good taste in some things. I'm not quite sure about her taste in men....
I digress.
I did make an interesting discovery tonight though. I found out that my treadmill automatically stops at 100 minutes. At first I was a slight bit put off since Michael Jennings hadn't yet made his way to the catwalk where Rethrick was supposed to shoot him, but then I realized that there were only 3 ways I would have ever known that, two of which didn't require any effort on my part.
Serendipity, baby!
Anyway, 4.5+ miles @ 2.5 mph, total time with cool-down, 112 minutes.
So it's taken me 3 days to walk to work and back.... wow. Lower case intended. Oh, and my knees Hurt.
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