Amount of time spent generating really kickass playlist to inspire exercise times and uploading said playlist onto severely antiquated iPod shuffle: 28 minutes
Amount of time spend running / walking: 22 minutes, or, in other measurements, eternity.
After the 22 minutes I absolutely had to stop because I had to get inside and make Husband some chicken for dinner. And by "to get inside and make Husband some chicken for dinner," I mean "a simultaneous side cramp and asthma attack, as well as ear coldness event, which meant I would have collapsed if I tried to go farther."
In unrelated news, my neighbors, who I do not know very well, have been looking at me funny this week.