So I had one goal today….OK, I had multiples goals, but one in particular for exercising. To beat the Hateful 8 mile. If you read earlier, I missed the 8th mile by less than a tenth of a mile. It’s only a tenth. That’s about 20-25 seconds depending on how tired or tension there is.
Well, I peddled my ass off. I got 7.9 yet again. So back to back days. This reminds me of back when I would try to get 4 miles in 15 minutes, and I could never get over the hump. This is the same damn thing. If I don’t conquer it tomorrow, then I’ll conquer it at some point. 8 miles is pushing my current personal bounds. Back a year or 2 ago, 10 minutes was hard. Shit happens.
I’m participating in this 10K step thing with my friend Stef, and when I’m on the bike, none of that shit counts. It’s such a slap to the cock. So I sit here and I haven’t cracked 3K yet. And I probably won’t crack it tomorrow. I am trying to think of a way to strap the FitBit to my leg so it counts as steps. Then I would be far more likely to get the rest. For right now, this fool ain’t doing no 3.5 walk. I have a hairline to think about.
Finally, I will tell you all my playlist. I have no idea if ANYBODY gives a fuck about this, so if you do, leave a comment because this part of the blog takes twice as long to do than the rest of the blog.