It was raining this morning when I woke up at 7:30am on a Sunday (no alarm clock necessary). I had a bowl of Special K Berries & Yogurt, while I contemplated whether I should go for a long run outside or head to the gym and torture myself with a treadmill run. After deciding that outside didn’t look very promising, since it looked like a storm could break at any moment, I decided I would go to the gym.
Of course on my way to the gym, I saw two people running outside…but hey, with my luck all of the thunder and lightning, and buckets of rain would start when I neared my halfway mark. I had about 8 miles planned for the morning, so getting caught in a storm on such a trek wasn’t going to be an ideal situation (nor will it ever be).
I dreaded the idea of going to the gym for a long run on the treadmill. In fact, I dread the treadmill for any amount of workout that is going to last longer than 30 minutes. So, knowing that I was about to torture myself I grabbed my water bottle and my iPod and off I went.
I got to the gym, threw my belongings in a locker, and put my iPod on shuffle. When I found today’s lucky treadmill that got to do my workout with me, I set my water bottle, towel, and locker key down, and stuck my iPod in my inside shorts pocket. I started ‘er up, and so it began. Like I said earlier, 3o minutes on a treadmill…no big deal. But, today’s goal was 7-8 miles and that was certainly going to take me a bit longer than 30 minutes! As I reached 4 miles, I thought to myself, “phew! I’m halfway there.”
Then…as I was approaching 6 miles, I started thinking about what I would write about here today. Lots of things crossed my mind: if I can finish this workout I can finish anything outside; Satan probably orders long runs on treadmills as one form of torture; if I know I can make it to 8 miles what will I title my blog?; well, if I can make it to 8, why do that? I already know I can do that…I should just do 9 miles; and, even that I felt like my legs were going to give out at one point and I was going to pass out because it was so disgusting and muggy in the gym. All very positive things, I know 🙂
So after all of those thoughts, you would probably think I was nearing 8 miles, right? Wrong! I was just past 6.5 miles. Hey, at least I was getting further though. Man oh man…I wanted nothing more to do with that treadmill. So what happens at this point?
A man decided he was going to get on the treadmill immediately to my left (while there are a million other treadmills open…did he really have to get on one right next to another person?) and go for a leisurely walk. Awesome. Thank you, sir. All I would like to do right now is be done with my run, but I’m now almost at 7 miles and my goal is no longer 8 miles, but it is 9 miles…and you are just going to go for a nice little walk. Enjoy that while I continue to sweat like there is no tomorrow. No, I wasn’t bitter or annoyed by this man…not at all. I was joyous when he finished his good walk when I hit about 7.5 miles.
7.5 miles…great. In only a half mile I would be at 8, then I would just have to finish up one last solid mile to hit my 9-mile goal. At that point, I did the only thing there was left to do: take a gulp of water and turn my iPod up…then bust a move! Let’s be honest, after you spend so long on the treadmill that’s all that is really going to help you anyway. The treadmill is just keeping your legs moving at that point, and you just continue on, hoping for the best…hoping that your legs don’t just give out and you pass out.
And, believe me…I was ready to just fall off the treadmill a couple times during that workout and pass out on the floor space behind me. As hydrated as I kept, the mugginess of the gym was just not a good match for a long run. I managed to keep it going though.
Finally, I hit 9 miles. Phew! Done! I cooled down with a quarter-mile walk and it was time for me leave. I’m still kickin’…and feeling good today. So, I continue on with my motto…no excuses. If I finished that Satanic workout, I believe I can finish just about anything.
9 miles for breakfast on the treadmill…not necessarily enjoyable, but definitely satisfying. Success!