Since apparently I can only walk the treadmill for ten minutes before becoming tired, achey, and out of breath, I’m trying to add Monday to the Friday. At some point, though, ten minutes isn’t going to do it, I’d assume. But, so winded.
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Since apparently I can only walk the treadmill for ten minutes before becoming tired, achey, and out of breath, I’m trying to add Monday to the Friday. At some point, though, ten minutes isn’t going to do it, I’d assume. But, so winded.