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Like a drunken rat on a treadmill


Saturday, January 12, 2013

Friday nightís trip to the gym included a stop on the treadmill. Now, this doesnít sound all that out of the ordinary, except me and the treadmill, we donít get along. Me and running donít get along, but thereís something about the treadmill, any activity on it, and my ankles and shins whine about it. So Iím not sure why I wandered over to the treadmill area after I hopped off the elliptical.

I suppose it might have been as a way of avoiding the stepper, which is a piece of equipment that was used in the PT clinic I went to after tearing up my knee back in 2000, and which Iíve never used since. Iíve thought about it on the occasions Iíve been to this gym, and likely would have given it a shot Ė after all, itís right in front of the TVs permanently tuned to EPSN (I havenít actually tested that theory yet) Ė but for the fact that Wednesday, I had a massive flashback to those rehab days, upon seeing a piece of equipment that, to the best of my recollection, I havenít seen since that clinic. It was one of those machines for hip flexion/extension, where the bar extends over the standing platform, and you either push up with your quad, or you hitch a leg up over it, and use the hammies to pull the bar down. The flashback wasnít disturbing, nor did using the machine hurt or really bring back bad memories, but it was enough to maybe put off the stepper until next week. Maybe.

So, in lieu of stepping out, I treadedÖummmÖmill. A week or more ago, I had a thought that I might try jogging this year, maybe learn how to run a bit, so I set the treadmill speed at 4 miles per hour, a not very fast 15 minute mile pace, not much more than a walking pace. I mean, after all, there are kids who finish entire 5K races in that time. Sure, theyíre freaks of nature, but if they could do three and change in 15 minutes, then surely I can do a mile in that time. Now, I wasnít really thinking that I would indeed do this 15 minute mile, partly due to the treadmill issues detailed here, as well as fact that I severely doubt I can run a mile straight at this point. I used to play soccer as a kid, through high school, and to this day, unless Iím chasing something, I hate running. It can be a ball, or a Frisbee, but I need something to go after in order to make running worth it. I hear running types talk about a runnerís high, and Iím convinced they must be smoking something. But I plugged in 4 mph, and off I went nowhere.

For two minutes, I kept running, and I didnít feel my ankle say a thing, and I wondered if I could make it to 5. Unfortunately, I hadnít accounted for technology conspiring against me. Exactly 2 minutes in, the treadmill demanded that I give them a heart rate, because unbeknownst to me, Iíd signed up for a program of constant heart rate on that machine. And, having just completed a spell on the elliptical, the two minutes of jogging already had my heart rate higher than their arbitrarily chosen 119 BPM. So the treadmill slowed down to allow my heart rate to relax to that standard. Since my heart was going up in the 130s, it slowed down another 3couple times, until it was convinced that I was within its preferred range. 3.4 MPH. Too slow for running. Very comfortable walking speed.
So I played its game, walking for the rest of the 20 minutes Iíd chosen. But it wasnít through mocking me, no sir. All the machines at this gym have a default 5 minute cool down period, with the elliptical, for example, choosing a low but constant resistance for that time. The treadmill scoffed at constancy, choosing instead to decrement its speed by 0.5 mph for each minute of the cool down. So, from 3.4 down to 2.9, down to 2.4 and so on. The last minute of that trek was spent at 0.9 MPH, or as the treadmill so condescendingly informed me, on a 66.5 minutes per mile pace.

Sure, I could have jumped off at any time, but I wasnít about to let that sucker get the best of me. I was going to ride that ride the full 20 minutes plus the cool down, and by golly, thatís what I did.

So, yeah, the first running Ďadventureí netted me about 2 minutes of running. When I got off the machine, I was a bit disconcerted to find myself wobbly, as if Iíd just returned to land after being on a boat for a while. Itís been long enough that Iíve avoided treadmills that I canít recall if thatís how I usually react.

On another note, the transparent yet mirrored glass of the cardio room didnít much help matters, as it revealed a rather unwieldy guy lumping along on the treadmill. Despite the modest loss to date, my belly and my butt remain, well, sizable. I saw a fitness site describe my shape as ďskinny fatĒ, where you wouldnít say I was obese if you looked just at my arms (no problem circling my fingers around my wrist for example), but take a peek at the trunk, and youíll see where the weight sits. Iíve always had the issue of having Medium arms, and an XL belly (XXL at the start of this trip). According to the reflection in the window, where me and my big butt were just trundling along, that hasnít changed a bit. But hey, thereís another bit of motivation. Time to throw it on the pile, and see if it burns.
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CLPURNELL 1/14/2013 3:48AM

    LOL. I love the treadmill battle! that was awesome lol

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ALBATROSS925 1/13/2013 9:22PM

    Ooooh, I hate the treadmill! There is something about how fast (slow) I'm going in my mind that doesn't really work with the reality of how the treadmill is moving. I can run on, you know, the ground, just fine. Get me on a treadmill though and it's all uncoordinated arm spasms and weird little jumps.

Only the elliptical is safe, my friend.

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CATTUTT 1/12/2013 4:01PM

    This entry cracked me up. I see your treadmill problems, up them by a treadmill fear. I have never actually been on a treadmill because they scare me. God knows why.

And good job shrinking from XXL to XL!

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2BDYNAMIC 1/12/2013 10:45AM

    Histerical!! emoticon Made me laugh for sure!! How well I relate to those 'innocent appearing' machines! Don't believe it either!! I was using a 'killer machine ..... a treadmill that you could really hike UP like you were climbing Mt. Everest!! .......... At least in the mirror, you could see your face turning beet red ............. BUT here's the downsize ........... after a few killer workouts, I discovered the condition in BOTH feet worsened to the point where I had to get a 'walking CAST!!! ........... That was really FUN at work clumping along !! .......... And of course, you must wear a hideous Orthopedic shoe on the OTHER foot ......... no cute little petite shoe!! ............ Anyway, the physical therapist I was being treated by told me emphatically to stay OFF THE BLASTED treadmill ................ It got it's name KILLER cos it really WAS!! .................. I am still on the mend ....... Now when I walk by the thing, I scowl and say: "I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!" ...........

Last .......... emoticon for the cvomment on my blog ........ (Positive self talk) so don't let those mirrors tell you anything but: DANG!! I AM SMOKIN HOT!!! ............. emoticon

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1CRAZYDOG 1/12/2013 8:40AM

    Oh yeah . . . gotta hate tose darn mirrors that won't lie like in Cinderella (or Cinderfella!) **SIGH** Having had a knee replacement 5 yrs. ago and going thru that rehab, I have an allergy to many of the machines you find in gyms too. Hence, I prefer my work out DVD's, free weights, resistance banc, BOSU ball, Swiss Ball, and just plain walking!

You'll find your niche.

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ANDY_54 1/12/2013 8:24AM

    LOL Love the blog! I'm a treadmill junkie, the streets harbor all my fears of somehow racking up my knees again (I felt for your rehab session). But soon I'll have to get out there because I signed up for a race. D'oh! And the fear of wasting $$ is slightly higher than my fear of running outside. My TM (yep we own one, it's out in the barn) is called Lucy--she can be a harsh mistress. emoticon

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GARDENCHRIS 1/12/2013 7:59AM

    the blog name made me smile! emoticon

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BLUE42DOWN 1/12/2013 1:29AM

    emoticon

Sounds like you made the fateful error of picking the "Fat Burn" program. I usually do manual just so the silly thing CAN'T make me walk that slow.

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WHOVIANGIRL23 1/12/2013 1:06AM

    This made me laugh. Also, it made me realize why I despise the gym, those frikkin' mirrors. At least in my living room (I do workout DVDs) I don't have to worry about those awful mirrors taunting me and disfiguring me (more... than I already am!). Even all the times I have had a gym membership, that treadmill can go walk itself off a cliff. I hate it! I'll take the elliptical any day.

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