4.17 miles in 52 minutes. It was a great achievement for this half marathon neophyte. And I went in with a plan. A plan about the run itself, you ask? Why yes, sort of. I waltzed into the gym, armed with my iPad and debit card, prepared to download Netflix and see if watching a movie would somehow numb the boredom that unavoidably ensues on the hamster wheel. Success! Sort of. Netflix achieved, movie selected: Boondock Saints (love this movie, truly). I begin. The movie starts. Four minutes later....pause....for....buffering....AAAAGGHH!! Holy hell! Every minute I am having to hit "pause" and then "play!" It was too much. So I opened the movie on my phone. SAME ISSUE! Back to the iPad. NOW THE MOVIE WON'T PLAY AT ALL! What Machiavellian hell is this?!?!? What torture! What aggravation! And it was working, it truly was making the wog more enjoyable! I was happy as a clam! Why oh why?! Thus, my entertainment plan to make the wog a happy wog was foiled. So, alas, I turned to Pandora. Surely Pandora, in all of our time together, has listened to my pleas and thumbs down of songs that have no business being played on my finely tuned Shinedown station. Surely she won't let me down during this quest for success. NOPE! Seriously, oh ye-who-pulls-the-marionette-strings-of-song-choosing at Pandora, if you ever play Colbie Caillat on my Shinedown station- or TOOL for Christ's sake- I may hunt you down and....well, it won't be pretty. Therefore, I put on my iTunes and selected shuffle of Shinedown and Apocalyptica and finished my journey. But I wogged further than I did on Monday, and I figured out that I am less than nine miles from crossing the finish line (be it on feet or hands and knees). So today, heaven willing, I will go the full hour. Perhaps Netflix will cooperate, but maybe not. Perhaps Pandora will pull her head out of her a$$, but probably not. Perhaps I will breakdown and create a playlist to endure my torture. But probably not. :D
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