A treadmill run. This one was hard, mentally. First off, it is sweltering in the cardio room. It actually makes me a little sick. Second, I'm having food issues--my lunch is too early and by the time I get home my blood sugar is so low that it makes me sick. Any other idiot would just pack something extra for an afternoon snack, but I am not that smart. It's just a timing thing. When I would have time to eat a snack I'm not hungry, and then when I have time again, I'm almost ready to go home. I did an easy mile (9:13 pace) and then I did 1/4 mile at 8:00 pace/1/4 mile at easy pace. Towards the end I snuck in a little rest before getting on the treadmill. Running now makes me mourn the days when my husband and I got home at the same time. It was so easy back then. I'd run pretty much as soon as we got home (when I wasn't famished) and be done running before it was time to start dinner. Now it's harder to get into a routine. My husband got punched today by a student while he was trying to break up a fight. She (yes, she) was then arrested. He's okay.
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