I got up this morning, got dressed, and Tony was like “I’m getting there.” No. I wanted to get a full three miles in (knowing he probably only wanted to do the 1.5), and I wouldn’t have time if I waited for him to get up. Maybe it’s mean, but I’m not going to hold myself back because he can’t get his arse out of bed anymore. I’m not going to care about his cardiovascular fitness if he’s not going to.
When I got back, he was in the shower… so maybe he did a fifteen minute run while I was out – as he says, I’ll never know. But, I did manage to shave about 40 seconds off my time from last time! When I can get it back down to a solid 35 minutes (remember the hills!) I’ll be a happy spazzie.
Miles today: 3.20
Miles on these shoes: 173.01