The last few weeks have been screwed up.  First, as part of the "Earth Week" stuff, they decided to showcase the fitness classes and move them outside, etc., etc. - and more to the point, they moved them to main campus.  I can't do that on a lunch hour.  So I missed practically everything that week.  Then last week I missed strength class on Monday because of a doctor's appointment, kick on Tuesday because boot camp man was running it and I felt obliged to step out, and treadmill on Wednesday because... I don't even remember.

This morning strength was cancelled - I don't know why, but I suspect the instructor is out sick.  Luckily, I found out early enough to trot down and grab a treadmill at my usual time.  After two weeks off, that kinda sucked.  But I got to a mile in under fifteen minutes, and frankly I think I'm doing that consistently enough that I'm only going to mention it again if I don't for some reason.  I got to two miles in thirty minutes and twenty seconds.  So it wasn't clean, but it was within thirty seconds.  I'll take it.  I decided to keep going to two and a quarter miles on cool down, and did it in thirty six minutes - the last six minutes were a fairly leisurely stroll as I gasped for air and my heart tried to pound out of my chest.

So I'm back on the wagon.  I have a plan for tomorrow - I'm taking my bagpipe music to class with me, and if torture man is running it again I'm just going to go straight to the back and get on a treadmill.  No muss, no fuss, and while it's disappointing at least I'll still get my workout.

I like that I'm seeing progress on the treadmill even if I don't see any on the scale.