The treadmill does an auto cool down at 99 minutes, so it's the perfect time to get off, refill the water bottle, and stretch. I started her back up...and then bad things starting to happen. Bad things in the belly area. I pushed through and pushed through, thinking it would go away. I took a minute to walk, even knocked down my pace. And then....
Clenching. I have never jumped off a treadmill, grabbed my stuff, and booked it out of there faster in my life. I was literally jogging to the bathrooms. Without giving too much away, it didn't end well. I got to the the stalls just in the nick of time. I'm sure there are some people way more dedicated than me who would have headed back out to finish the run, but I was done.
Total: 14.5 miles, 2:20 minutes (9:40 pace). I'll take it, but I was hoping for the full 18.
Anyway, after that little adventure the only thing that sounded good to eat was Subway. I tried their flatbreads awhile back and I'm in love. Oven roasted chicken with toppings and mustard. Yum.
Believe it or not, after my ice bath I felt pretty ok so I headed down to our house in progress to do cleaning and sanding. Guess what? It looks like we will be moving in this week sometime! It's far from finished, but we can live there while we work on the details. There are toilets, showers, a full kitchen, a bed, and aircon. If I can cook, blog, and go to the bathroom, I'm set!
Someone please tell me an embarrassing gym/treadmill running story to ease my pain.
Sadly, this isn't the first embarrassing treadmill story I've shared. Remember this one? Yikes.
Are you a Subway fan? What's your favorite sandwich?
I've always loved Subway. I know there are some bad things in the bread, that the meat isn't always quality, etc. BUT--I love it. And I figure there are worse vices. Recently it's all about the chicken flatbread, warm and delicious!