The problem is, he spends too much time on the treadmill, which acts as a crutch for him. If it's just the least bit cold or snowy (like every single day), Dan can easily talk himself out of going outside at all. His nice, warm mill beckons. Sometimes, he goes as far as to get himself all dressed out to go out the door, but still doesn't make it, changing his mind and heading down to the basement at the last minute.
He does get out occasionally, however. Like today's easy run (aren't they all easy these days?), and Friday's eleven-miler. But Friday's run was going to be long, and eleven was a slight disappointment. So was yesterday's second consecutive long-run attempt, this time on the mill.
Oh well. Next week is another week. Maybe Dan will get his butt moving better. Hope springs eternal.
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