I just can't seem to enjoy the treadmill. Five miles feels like an eternity. And I should really be running more than that! It seems like the same episode of Bones is ALWAYS on, in addition to an episode of Two and a Half Men that I can't focus on. Sometimes I catch the last ten minutes of Friends. Not that I can really see the TV. It's just a little too high for my 5'almost2" frame. Running with the ipod doesn't help much because I want to watch the scenery change around me as I listen to my music, and I don't get any of that at the gym.
Of course, nothing gets me to speed up like knowing I can get off the treadmill sooner if I finish those miles faster! But watching those hundredths of a mile tick by at what seems like a snail's pace is bordering on torture. How can I love to run so much, and hate the treadmill with almost as much passion?
Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for the treadmill. Otherwise I would not get to run quite a few days of the week. There are days when I'm just not around until dark, and as much as I really wouldn't mind running in the dark, it just seems unsafe and I feel like I shouldn't do it.
I love it, I hate it.
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