The batteries on my clock must be bad. There is no way a minute can go by that slowly! I’m changing the batteries to make sure.
I don't know how far I’m running these days. Trying to add up all these intervals makes my head spin. But I think I’m running around 2 ½ miles total, broken into one, four, and six minute segments (maybe longer if what I suspect is true and the clock batteries aren’t working right).
I'm trying really hard not to look ahead at what kind of shape I need to be in to run a marathon because it seems so utterly hopeless. One day at a time. Wait! That slogan sounds awfully familiar... Maybe sloth is an addiction?