This is Thursday's post - sorry.
After another PT session, and a taped foot, I thought I would try the treadmill again. Charles was up for a trip to the gym but when we got down there, all the treadmills were full :-( Finally someone got off, after 15 minutes on the stationary bike, and Charles let me go first. When I got there, the person next to me was on for 33 minutes! Not right when people were waiting. So Charles got her kicked off and jumped on.
Little did I know - he had sprints planned - and lots of them. 30 seconds on, 30 seconds off - and those 30 seconds on, were F.A.S.T!!! I made it through 7 before I died. I mean, side stitch, thought I was going to be thrown from the treadmill, dead. I even wore my Ironman finisher shirt to help motivate and have a good run... didn't work so well.
But Charles, and all of his positive-ness just said "Okay, you did 7, next time, go for 10." And he is right... there will be a next time and I will go for 10. And maybe a lot more if I can spend my entire gym time on the treadmill!