When on door closes, another door opens.
Unfortunately, most of the doors around here look like this.
I started over for the millionth time today. Treadmill, HR monitor, not a clue.
Trotted whole thing. Tired of walking. Tired of sucking. Mostly just tired.
Maybe the answer is to stop making up unrealistic goals and just be happy with what I can do. Something is better than nothing, I suppose. I will keep telling myself that and see if I start to believe it.
We shall see.
3 miles (1 p.m., tm)
39:24 (13:08, 121)
13:11, 13:00, 13:12