Ran 1 minute 30 seconds, walked 3 minutes 30 seconds, eight times. One more and I’ll be moving on to 2 minutes!
Note to self: Never buy anything from Pearl Izumi. (No matter how cute it might be.)
I’d like to think that if I was an experienced, expert runner I would be rather proud of all the hard work and dedication it took to get to that point; I can’t imagine I would then need to feel even more superior by looking down on someone who prefers treadmills, someone who just wants to look good for her wedding pictures, someone stumbling through her first week of a run/walk program with all the speed and grace of a sloth stuck in a paper bag. How superior can a person really be if, after all of their hard work, mocking the efforts of others is what makes them feel special?
