What is it about treadmills that makes me want to rip my eyes out?!?!
I know plenty of people who enjoy a good treadmill run — and even prefer it for speedwork. Me? Not so much.
In fact, I dread the treadmill so much that I usually map out road routes when I travel so that I have a treadmill-avoidance plan. But that didn’t happen this week. I was staying in a hotel at the airport, so there wasn’t a safe place to run on the road. Because I didn’t need to get in any super-long runs, I figured I would just suck it up in the hotel fitness center.
Thursday afternoon, I pounded out 3.7 miles. (I told you that I would need to even the score from my 3.3-mile run, didn’t I?) It was the longest 3.7-mile run ever! Sure, it was rewarding to finish, knowing that I could (kind of) conquer my fear. But it was also frustrating to watch each tenth of a mile go by at what seemed like a snail’s pace. I even tried plugging in to the TV, but I still couldn’t wait to finish.
Normally, I would have taken a rest day on Friday, especially with the White Rock half marathon coming up, but I am seriously dedicated to my streak! So I got up Friday morning and spent 1 mile on the treadmill. Trying to keep things positive, I focused on how much I enjoyed running in the morning, instead of the evening like I had done the rest of the week.
Any have tips on how to make the treadmill my friend? Help a girl out here!!
~your busy little B