Ok, just so you know, I curse like a sailor when I run. I don't mean too and I know it's not very polite, but if I don't get those words out while I'm torturing myself with running, I might very well fall over dead. No lie.
Today Pam and I did 5:1. Which means we ran for five minutes and then walked for one minute. We've gotten a little slack in our running lately so I thought this would be a good starting point for us. Our goal is to run the entire way down the Rail Trail. How far is it? I have no idea. I'm guessing a good 10 miles. Or maybe just two. Feels like a 100 to me either way.
If you were on the Trail today you would have heard this conversation between Pam and I after about one minute and 30 seconds INTO our *first* five minute run.
Me: Have I mentioned lately that I hate running?
Pam: Not today. We can totally do this though.
Me: God I hate running. I RREEEAALLLLY hate running.
Pam: It's already been like three minutes right?
Me: *looking at watch* No, it's been one mintue and 30 seconds.
Pam: Damn. Let's slow down.
Me: I'm good with that. I hate *bleep* running.
Pam: We can do this!
Me: *panting* Yeah.
Pam: Don't look at your watch.
Me: Damn, we have two minutes left.
Pam: I hate *bleep* running too.
That pretty much sums up our entire run for the day. And although we complained and said dirty words the entire time, we had a really awesome run and burned probably two million calories. Or 200. Running sucks like that.
Two miles in just over 33 minutes. I'll take it. Doing the "Turtle Trot" the entire way. :)
