No, I'm not talking about my relationship, although... I did like my husband better when he was in Iraq. (pretty sure I'm kidding there..mostly) What I AM talking about is RUNNING.
Yes running, glorious, liberating, running. And not just ANY running, but TREADMILL running. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a HATE/HATE relationship with the treadmill. I just don't get it. Sure, it's nice to have as an option when it's raining, but in all honesty I used to CHOOSE to run in the rain over using the treadmill. And yes, it's convenient to use while my son is napping, but I got pretty good about planning my runs/walks so that my son would fall asleep in the stroller.
Enter my "return to running" where I'm doing everything I can to slowly and smartly come back from an injury. Slow running, low miles and forgiving surfaces are three things I've been focusing on. Turns out I can get all THREE of those things in the comfort of my own (super hot,slightly stinky *Charles, take the trash out*) garage.
Last week I faced my fears and jumped on the treadmill. I walked a little, then cranked up the tunes and started to run.
It was great.
It was HOT.
It was wonderful.
It was sweaty.
It was too short.
I made myself stop at 3 miles. Obviously I'm not breaking any distance records here, I really am SUPER FOCUSED on low and slow. I refuse to re injure.
Anyway, I snapped this picture with my phone when I finished.
WAY to sweaty for a mere three miles,(but come on, I live in S. Florida and I was in a closed garage in the middle of an 88 degree day), but I think my smile says it all.
I LOVED those three miles.
And for that brief moment in time,
I LOVED the treadmill.
How is YOUR relationship with the treadmill?
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