Two miles on the treadmill

Running on the treadmill is mental torture. If I were ever captured, and the enemy wanted me to spill state secrets, they'd merely have to threaten the treadmill and I'd sing like a canary. It took all my mental fortitude to do the two miles on the treadmill. The thought of the 95 degree temps outside kept me going. I had hoped to do a longer workout today, but Max's pediatrician appointment ran long, and as usual, there just weren't enough hours in the day. I did do plenty of abs and stretching, plus got my daily dose of lifting a toddler. For the record, he came in at just 27.5 pounds, not the nearly 30 we were all expecting. I guess I'll have to up my reps instead.