A Love/Hate Relationship, and an Apology
Friday, February 07, 2014
Yup, it's that time of the year... TREADMILL TIME!
I know I don't have too much right to complain about the cold here in San Antonio, but these temperature swings are making me crazy. I'm gearing up for another half marathon (my 4th) and with hubby away, I have few choices but to run on the treadmill.
First, the negatives:
Mind games: first, I am not actually going anywhere. This makes my run incredibly boring. When I run on a trail or the street, I pay attention to my surroundings. Enjoy the sights and smells of nature or my neighborhood. The plywood on my garage wall gets boring to look at.
Second, the display. It is good to know how far/long I've gone, but the seconds seem to drag by in slow motion. I try to cover it up but then I need to move it any time I want to actually check on my stats.
As my treadmill is in the garage, there is no climate control so I still need to dress for the weather. This is good and bad. I am protected from any wind and rain, but also there is no air movement. So I need to dress in layers and drop them as I begin to sweat. Also, the kids know I am just in the garage so they feel free to bother me with every little question they have. Including, but not limited to solving arguments, permission for snacks and asking me to prepare them, and asking me to find the other shoe or a favorite toy.
Now, the positives:
No babysitter needed! I can run early or late, or whenever I can fit it into my schedule and not worry about who is going to be available to keep an eye on my 3 kiddos. They are old enough to be pretty independent and if I give them the promise of unlimited tv or video games while I run (luxuries in this house) they usually leave me mostly alone. Well, the older ones anyway.
Music or tv while I run. I don't usually watch tv while I run, but I have that option with a 19 inch screen hooked up to cable by my hubby before he left. But I am known to blast music or podcasts while I run. Never on the trail, only quiet podcasts while street running. But in my garage I can party while I run.
Finally, I can tailor my run. I can adjust for as many or few hills as I like, and adjust my speed. I like to play with the incline and speed throughout my run, as it both keeps boredom at bay and keeps me ready for whatever hills I need to tackle outside.
I suppose I owe my treadmill an apology. I take it for granted. As much as I grumble and complain about it, it is always there for me when I need it. It is forgiving when I don't use it. It is willing to do whatever I need.
Thanks, treadmill. You're a good friend.