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?