Here's a pretty realistic article from the NY Times. Now no one has to tell me repeatedly that I'll be rich. I would appreciate some pity instead of "Oh, you'll be rich and okay."
10 mi run on the track. Not as boring as a dreadmill, but pretty darn close. I had 2 old men ask if I was getting dizzy from all the loops I was making. Smart asses.
Can you tell I'm in a whiny mood? No?