Sunday, June 21, 2015

My workout buddy keeps me honest

After a three-mile walk in the humidity, this is what I got tas soon as we walked in the door. Complete with whining, as if he was saying, "come on momma, it's your running day, get your butt in the basement and on the treadmill."

So in the basement I went, planning to just do a mile of walk-run intervals. I did two! I didn't worry or care about my speed, I worked on my breathing and was able to run a half mile at one point! Dog walking and running totals for the weekend...16 miles. And as of this morning, I'm back in the 180s!

He kept one eye open and made sure that I worked hard.

I did.

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