Went to the gym and lifted for 45 minutes (upper body/core). I had a great workout, and I wasn’t planning on running, but when I saw my old nemesis running the track my competitive juices started flowing, and I couldn’t resist. I’m sure nobody remembers, but my nemesis is a guy that runs the track at the gym a lot, and he used to pass me all the time, but it made me mad, so no matter how hard he tried I wouldn’t let him, and I think I almost killed myself a few times in the process. Anyway, so he was there running the track, and since I know I am in terrible shape, I wanted to see if I could keep him from passing me. I formulated a plan that I could start right behind him, and then the pressure would be on him and not me. This really seemed to work, and it was funny because after I started running behind him I could tell he immediately picked up the speed, and started to turn around to get a look at where I was. I was hoping that he had been running for a long time, so he would already be tired, but after a few laps we were both almost sprinting. HAHA. I don’t even know this guy. Anyway, after a little over a mile I was completely spent, so I decided to call it a night, satisfied that my nemesis didn’t pass me, and not wanting to give him any satisfaction for passing me, I stopped while I could still breathe. Wow, that almost killed me, and I was still a little shaky 20 minutes later. HA. | 