Piece of Cake

Last week, I met Scott. He teaches a class on Wednesday evenings at Tread called Tread 54. It is set up the same way as a normal-demented-Tread class, but you only run for a total of about 18 minutes of the hour. The rest of the time is spent cursing the day that you were born while lifting weights ... or maybe doing my personal favorite, 1,000 walking lunges on the treadmill. If Scott said, "don't cheat yourself" one more time during that workout, I was sure that I was going to punch him. I kind of hated Scott and the next day, my legs kind of hated me.

A loop around the lake hardly seems worth writing about. It was easy going on Saturday for ATP. I thought that we were running 12, but it was only 9.3. Cakewalk.

Naturally, the easy week was just a ruse. This week we're back to craziness -- hill training with a big, fat 20 miles staring me down --- which, for those of you that don't know, is the exact opposite of a cakewalk.