Dreadmill

My lunchtime run plans were thwarted by the weather yesterday. We got about 12" of snow over the past 36 hours. I still wanted to do a couple of miles, so I hit the gym after work, and I can unequivically say that I hate the treadmill. My gym is kind of on the swanky side with solo TV's on every machine, top of the line equipment, heartrate monitors, the works. It didn't matter. Running and going nowhere is simply not my idea of fun.

I started with a plan to do 6 miles, but quickly realized I wouldn't make it that far and scaled back to a 5K. The only way I finished that distance was by turning off the tube, zoning out, and imagining past races. I put in an aggressive pace to get through the grind as quickly as possible, so I guess I'd chalk this up as a speed workout.

I definitely respect those who have to use the treadmill for training because it's not easy, but at the same time I think treadmillers are completely missing out on the best parts of the sport -- physically and mentally going somewhere. I'll take my snow and ice over climate control any day.

Later boys.