I went to the gym to watch the second half of the Italy/Australia football game. (I promise you, I won’t talk about soccer forever but for now I am really, really into it and it makes me happy.) I ran for 45 minutes and hopped off to watch the last 3 on the floor. At 2 minutes and 54 seconds I walked downstairs and hit the shower. The game was tied 0 – 0.
I’m now at work and I read on FIFA that Italy won at minute 95 on a penalty kick? What the hell? First of all, I thought there were only 3 minutes of stoppage. Second of all, what the hell happened? Someone must give me a really, really good description. I will never, ever walk away from a game ever again.
On a related note, I ran 6.0 miles on Saturday, which has me quite pleased with myself. I have decided to run 3.5 to 4.5 during the week and step it up on the weekends. I plan to do 8.0 this Saturday if all goes well. I learned I am about 1 year overdue for buying a new pair of running shoes. (The things you learn from career runners.) I’m currently in search of a good runner’s magazine any suggestions one might have would be greatly appreciated.
Now, about that soccer game…