Well, I’m not going to set any world records by running 35 miles on the treadmill tonight. Looks like the record belongs to a Hungarian lady. 153 miles in 24 hours. (I didn’t do much rigorous research for that info, so if there’s some other crazy woman out there with an amazing tolerance for running towards a wall, my apologies.)
A good friend offered to watch Asa today while I ran, but her daughter came down with a fever. Asa’s got a tough little immune system, but, it seemed Wrong to test it. That’s right son; I love you to the moon and back — and at least 35 treadmill miles.
So I’ll be watching the first season of “Mad Men” and the movie “Burn After Reading” for the first part of the run. I think we’ll have to make a trip to the library to get a few more DVDs, so I don’t end up watching Thomas the Tank Engine episodes for the last miles. Can you imagine anything worse than watching “Mud Glorious Mud” after running 26 miles on a treadmill in the garage in the middle of the night. No, me neither.
I’m not going to think about the treadmill torture again until I tuck Asa into bed tonight. Now it’s time for more coffee and some good Saturday morning hanging out with the boy. (And, maybe, a moment of thankfulness for having the opportunity to do these miles at all.)