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8.5

Sprinting on a woodway has been my favorite indoor cardio these days.

I sprint for 30 seconds....jog for 60....side step at a moderate pace for 30 sec each side....walk backward for 30 seconds....turn it around and crank the speed until I'm about to die. And I do this from 15-30 mins depending on what that particular session calls for.

And I LOVE it!!

Today I fell off the treadmill. And it wasn't during the 8.5 sprint it was during my 2.7 cool down. It made me giggle. I don't get embarrassed when stuff like that happens in the gym. So what if others laugh - it looks funny. And it's pretty apparent that I work my ass off. Im allowed to occasionally fall off a piece of cardio equipment.

8.5. Damn. I didn't think I'd EVER see that speed on my treadmill. I just keep aiming higher and working harder!!

Today I feel like I received a payback from all this continual effort.

The reward?

8.5 for 40 seconds :)

Oh....and two people, in 2 separate places called me "skinny" - just today. Granted I don't consider myself skinny nor want to be. But I definitely took those comments for the complimentary way they were given to me.

I'm getting there....I'm getting there....I'm getting there!!!

And it's slow because I'm doing it RIGHT!! And damn I feel STRONG!!


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