My potential excuse this morning: The treadmill is still in the garage with moving boxes piled on it. If the treadmill can't come to me...I go to the treadmill. I moved the boxes and fired it up. We haven't used it in a while, long before this year's move back to Loghorse Ranch. It seemed to have the same creaks and reluctance as me. For the next two miles we got reacquainted.
For anyone that may eventually follow my posts, don't let me get away with excuses for not running. Call me out on it!
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