Not as bad as Monday. Still, 53 minutes for 6 miles is pretty pathetic. Jack watched PPG with me. He found every throw pillow in the basement and piled them up onto the couch so he would have a well cushioned nest. He didn't like that I fast-forwarded past the opening and closing credits. "Hey Dad! Why you do that?"
Out of the soup, onto the treadmill. I spent this entire run out of the 6's. Running 8:40 pace for 5 miles shouldn't make me feel satisfied, but there you are.
12 on the mill. Air quality is so poor I wouldn't even consider running outside. First 6 miles @7 mph, the 7.5, 8, 7.5, 8, I don't know. I got a couple faster miles in there. Or not as slow miles, anyway.
