2.4 miles in 23 minutes. I could do three in that time six years ago.
Last week, a friend invited me to a 5k walk/run at Thanksgiving. He's got a problem with his leg that prevents him from running competitively, and I figured if he was doing it, I had no excuse not to. So I'd like to thank him for the impetus to get off my lazy butt and get back in shape.
(Why 2.4 miles? That's the distance from my apartment, onto campus, around the football stadium, and back again.)
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