Oh they're miles? That's ok then :)

I've been going home more often of late. It's mostly because I'm in love with my parents and love hanging out with them. But there's also a treadmill in the house, and I like to give my joints a rest from road running as often as possible.
Michael decided I should be running distance rather than minutes by now, so I went home with the intention of doing just that when I could easily see what distance I'd covered on the treadmill. He suggested 5K; I agreed but had my fingers crossed while I promised and decided I'd be happy with 3K.
So when I checked the distance I'd jogged after 26 minutes and it said 2.42 I was not impressed. I was whacked, but I'd somehow only covered 2.42K? I sat on my couch dripping with sweat, and glowered from anger rather than running effort. And as good Mammys do, mine very quickly asked if something was up. So I had a good moan at her saying I'd put in a whole lot of effort but it seems it wasn't worth anything and I wasn't getting anywhere and it wasn't fair and I don't know why I bother anyway...and then she told me her treadmill was set to miles. Well! The glower quickly changed to a grin as I did the sums - oh yes, that's just under 4K and good enough for me :)