Saturday, February 25, 2012

The treadmill

I have a love/hate relationship with the treadmill.  Most people hate it.  Its a necessary evil for me if I am going to make it to the OKC Memorial Half Marathon.  If I can't get myself up at 445am.  Which is more often than not, I'm stuck with the treadmill on my lunch hour.  In fact, this week, my motivation to get out of bed early one morning, was because I did not want to spend my lunch hour on the treadmill.  But it only happened once.

Yesterday, it was Friday.  Friday's are hard for me to focus.  I don't know why.  Well, I do know why.  Because its the day before the weekend.  I have a hard time focusing on work, or anything for that matter. Let alone, getting in a run.  But because I'm a slacker,and had taken more "rest" days then I was alotted, I knew I had to hit the treadmill at lunch.  It ended up being a late one, and that was fine with me.  So I got to the gym about 115.  There wasn't a soul in there.  I totally scored.  I love it when I get the gym all to myself.  So I got up on the treadmill...hit start...and I was off.

Now if your a runner, you will identify with this.  If your not, you won't.  But indulege me for just a second.  There is this time, in a run, when all the sudden, everything just seems to click.  It doesn't happen every run, but when it does, its so worth it.  You feel like its effortless, and you could seriously go forever.  That rarely happens to me on the treadmill.  But yesterday, it did.  The songs on my ipod were my favorites, there was no one in the gym to make me self conscious, and I felt like I could go on forever.  I didn't of course, I only had time for 35 minutes, but I take what I can get.

Happy Treadmill Running.