Slow treadmill miles. Consistency narrowly defeated rest/recovery. By the time I ran 4 miles, I felt pretty good; I could have run 8-10, but figured that would be over the edge. I got off, ate some cooca puffs and ice cream (separately, but reused the bowl) and went to sleep. I watched biggest loser. Horrible. Too bad they couldn't find some real contestants this year, and that Bob acts like a teeny tiny baby when he loses.
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