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Week Three, Day Two
Mar. 16th, 2006 09:59 pm"Who's the man!?" I cry when I return from my run.
"I guess--you are?" my wife says.
"You know it!" I say.
My wife tells me that I only ask that when I've done well. It's true, and I'm aware of it. It's my oh so subtle way of announcing that I'm pleased with my performance. I ran the whole route and time without flagging tonight, as opposed to the other night when I took a couple of breathers along the way.
I'm toying with the idea of working up to a 45 minute run over the spring or summer, but that'll have to wait until I'm back to consistently doing 30 minutes. Which I'm not yet. But I'm getting back to that place.
"I guess--you are?" my wife says.
"You know it!" I say.
My wife tells me that I only ask that when I've done well. It's true, and I'm aware of it. It's my oh so subtle way of announcing that I'm pleased with my performance. I ran the whole route and time without flagging tonight, as opposed to the other night when I took a couple of breathers along the way.
I'm toying with the idea of working up to a 45 minute run over the spring or summer, but that'll have to wait until I'm back to consistently doing 30 minutes. Which I'm not yet. But I'm getting back to that place.
