Mile 1: I’ll start nice and slow, no reason to make this harder than it needs to be. Maybe I’ll just do two miles instead of 10.
Mile 2: Legs feel OK. This isn’t so bad. Get in cruise control mode and find something to watch on TV.
Mile 3: But I never feel like I’m in cruise control and there’s nothing to watch on television. Why is that guy on the treadmill in front of me being such a show-off on level 11? #annoying
Mile 4: Time for water. Grab bottle. Spill all over myself trying to run and drink at the same time. I think I cut my lip on the lid, is it bleeding?
Mile 5: halfway there MK. Blast some Kesha and run like you’re going to die young.
Mile 6: Finally something decent to watch, Access Hollywood examining Justin Bieber’s birthday celebrations.
Mile 7: my feet hurt and I’m bored. At least Mr. Show-Off gave up on trying to qualify for the Olympics on his treadmill.
Mile 8: I wonder how many dumplings are left in the freezer. I think there’s a frozen pizza in there too. Dinner dinner dinner.
Mile 9: I hope Larry isn’t peeing in his crate right now because I’m taking forever to get home.
Mile 10: holy moly I made it to 10. Where’s the applause? And why on earth did I just do this?