Woke up this morning, put on my running gear, and was about to head to the treadmill in the hotel fitness center when I realized my watch did not match the alarm clock in my room. After checking my phone, it became clear that the hotel alarm clock was 25 minutes slow. Aaargh!! I figured I had just barely enough time still to get in a short, fast, 3 miles and not be late for work. I got to the fitness center, where I found one treadmill occupied, and the other broken. So much for that plan. Off to work...
Fifteen hours and eleven meetings and conferences later I returned to the hotel at about 9pm, after a big Italian dinner and a couple of beers. Oddly, I had no hesitation about getting my running gear back on and heading straight for the empty fitness center. Having not run in 36 hours feels weird already, and I am surprisingly not sore after my almost-eleven-miles yesterday. I expected much worse. Seems like I'm finally getting back into the swing of things, despite being slow and a bit heavy. After my day of work, the treadmill is actually an improvement. I discovered that it is not nearly as boring after a couple of beers. True to form, the hotel TV was showing the "Oprah Winfrey Network", but the sound was off, and the radio was tuned to a decent classic rock station.
The first mile was a plodding battle against side cramps from a stomach full of pasta, garlic bread, beer and steak. But once dinner settled and Bon Jovi started playing (which also sounds better after beer), I sweated out another 3 miles at an increasingly respectable pace, finishing four miles in 34:50. I even did a little core work before heading back to my room. Making progress...
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