Dog didn't know what to make of me running on the treadmill last night. She was afraid of the machine (this is the first time since she's been with us that it had been turned on. I know, I know…), but apparently was thinking I was going for a walk without her which resulted in lots of 'running towards' and 'hightailing it away'.
I managed to do 2 1/4 miles without keeling over and dying, which is pretty good considering it's been a few weeks since I hit the damnable thing. I've been doing other exercise like stuff, so I've not been totally sedentary, but running hasn't been on the books for too long.
Can't run outside. Even at 8:30 PM, it's still 85 degrees with 94.82% humidity and the mosquitoes are just waking up and looking for breakfast.