Evil Judy Strikes at the Gym (OR Who is Evil Judy)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Today I went on the treadmill, no surprise, for my workout. I am slowly building up to a 10 Miler in the fall. I wanted to see if, for the second day in a row, I could run a full mile without stopping or slowing down once.
Then because I had, I wanted to see if I could push myself, just a hair, and get to a mile and a half without stopping. After all, next week is the 5K My Way Race and I'd like to do well. And running half of it without stopping would be a great success to have under my belt.
So I'm running. And I'm running. And I'm really bored. I can't run and read, as the two times I've tried I ran off the side of the treadmill. It was like a magnet that was just pulling me over. Whoops, off I go. Whoops, there I go again. I mean, the folks around me were quite amused. Especially when the book fell off the little shelf, hit the moving track and went flying off the back of the machine. I'm glad they didn't charge me for the dent.
There are two tvs in there, but two other folks had gotten there first, so I had the military channel (great for a pacifist such as myself) and financial news. Needless to say, they may have been holding someone's interest, but it wasn't mine. So I was bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
And of course, with boredom comes negative thoughts from Evil Judy. Since Evil Judy can't break my ribs or will by my inability to run in a straight line, she had resorted to little nasties and I'm proud to say, I ran right through 'em!
"Oh, you're so fat. You look like a little piggy." Maybe, but I just crossed over one full mile so that's good. Silly Evil Judy.
"You may have made it a mile, but your big bottom won't be able to handle much more." I beg to differ. I'm closing in on 1.5 miles. Silly Evil Judy.
"You're wearing a really ugly shirt." Really? That's the best you've got? Because for something that's getting covered in sweat, I couldn't careless about if it's pretty or not. I'm not in a pageant. Silly Evil Judy.
"Well, you wouldn't win if you were." That's true. But I've hit two miles, so I'm happy. Silly Evil Judy.
And on and on we went. After 3 miles, I wrapped up (walking and running the last mile plus. I'm not trying to kill myself.) and took my shower. I had just gotten back to my desk and in popped an e-mail.
My friend Kyle had been "running" with me for the last mile. (This is what I love about running in the gym. My friends are all running at about 6 or 7 mph, and I toddle along at about 4/4.5 and I never get left behind!) He got back to the office and emailed me:
So I have to know, who is Evil Judy? The entire time you were on the treadmill, you'd smile and say, "Silly Evil Judy!" It was almost timeable to every 30 seconds, a bomb would go off or a stock would go down and you'd smile and say, "Silly Evil Judy." Do you really have such powers? Do we need professional help?
I didn't realize I had said it out loud. Tomorrow, I will see these same people in the gym and they must all be wondering, "Who is Evil Judy?"
The true test is if tomorrow I don't whimp out and go back to the gym, head held high, and ignore Evil Judy.