We were totally planning on a run to the polls. I had the route ready to go, was dressed and about to get the jogger out of the car when I noticed the temps. 28. Yes, I could have put the kid's snow suit on, bundled him to the max and we would have survived. But really, 28. Nope. Didn't happen, yesterday I was complaining about the 40's. I'm so not ready for 28. Quick change of plans. Off to vote, and yes we were those people who took a picture of the kid in the voting booth during his first Presidential election. We landed at the gym shortly there after. Now I believed that I had 1 hour to get a quick workout in, shower and head to our 10am music class. Bob said no to the treadmill but I'm not known for listening. Since I had less than 30 mins on the dreadmill a tempo run it was. I don't want to hear about how it means more on the street. An 8:40 pace is an 8:40 pace. And I'm happy to report I felt like I had at least another mile or so in me. No time, off to the showers and to collect the kid. Remember before when I said I had enough time for our 10am music class? We rolled up at 9:50 and I was happy to be early...only to walk in and face the fact that our class is at 9. It's been at 9 for the last month.
Ran 3 miles and rode the trainer for 61 mins
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