I actually cut it down to about 43 minutes because I ran half-mile chunks of it, which for me is like a miracle, but then again I've been doing the elliptical a lot which is the same basic motion so my body seems to have gotten the memo that 5 mph is honestly not that much different than 3.7 mph, which is what i do pretty much always on the treadmill.
'seems to' being the operative word there, because I've been home for a good hour, showered, puttered around, sat in front of the fan, and am still sweating like crazy, making putting on my dress like a herculean task. I've had to dry my hair twice. what the fucking fuck. I am sitting directly in front of the fan right now because I have to leave like, now, and sweat is still beading on my forehead.
dear body: YOU ARE A DOUCHEBAG. Can't you be a tool on any one of the 364 days of the year I do not have to go someplace in a dress at 11 am? ffs, where is my bionic body because I am totally through with this shit.