This morning about 5Am-ish I headed to the gym. The place where I would have usually gone to run was corded off and had a Hazmat team working on it. You see, Salt Lake City has it's own oil spill. An oil spill?!!? Yes, there was a strong wind that knocked down a branch that hit a security fence that cause an "electrical fault" that caused a power surge through a 1950's-era oil pipeline. Thus, a "One in a Million" cause an oil spill in the desert city of Salt Lake. Can you say BIZARRE!!?
So anyway, not wanting to dodge around Hazmat teams this morning, I found myself at the gym doing a little "dredmill" action. I don't have any fangled gear that tells me what distance or speed I run. Most times I measure a route before on my bike, and then just time my run, sometimes, with my cell phone. It's low maintenance-low technology type stuff, AND simple math. Plus, there's the fact that I only had planned the one route at this time; which in hindsight was rather not too bright of me.
But the good news is that I ran 3.5 miles in 45 minutes on the "dredmill". I average about 4.6mph speed limit. Nothing that the police would arrest me for but it felt good. I was good and I did my stretches before and my stretches afterwards. Then, I even managed my way up the three flights of stairs to my place. This last weekend, I managed to get out with some friends and run/walk about 3.75 miles in about an hour. I think it (the running) is coming back! Slowly but surely...
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