For lack of a better term, I've been training for the Shamrock Shuffle in March. You can either walk 3 miles or run 5. I usually walk with my mom but this year I decided to run with my dad. For those of you who know me, I am a dancer, not a runner. Dancers are built differently. So running has been hard for me to get into. I still don't like it. But I do it. I even have new running shoes so now I feel official.
As I was running on the treadmill today, about 10 minutes into my run the treadmill stopped and started flashing FAIL at me in bright red letters. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. What? I'm failing at this run? My own treadmill is yelling at me? I shook off the shock of it all and restarted my run. About 10 minutes later my treadmill shouted FAIL at me again! This time I just had to laugh.
I finished the rest of my run without any more signs of failing, but as far as I know, no one else in my family has ever been judged by our treadmill.
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