You know what is longer than microwave minutes? Treadmill minutes.
I hate running on a treadmill. When I was first starting my running journey, I was a sophomore in high school and was on my school’s track team and we ran outside every damn day. My coach was a former Ironman and standout runner who worked in a factory and now coached high school girls. And like I said, we ran outside. Every. Damn. Day. No matter the weather. Come hell or high water, you would find 10 high school girls bunched up and shuffling down the sidewalk on a daily four mile run. His two favorite sayings were, “I’ve learned to enjoy ALL types of weather” and “if it doesn’t kill you, it’ll make you stronger and if you die, then it must have been your time to go.” Now, six years after I began running under his direction, I still think of those sayings often. So after running outside every day for three years, now when I’m forced to run on the treadmill due to working late or terrible weather, I dread it.
Sometimes I take the easy way out and “run” on the elliptical. Usually, I suck it up, stand on the treadmill cursing my decision and begin my run. Running inside is not all it’s cracked up to be. Yes, you’re running in the A/C, but somehow I think I tend to sweat more when I’m working out in a gym than when I’m outside in the sun. The air is dry and makes my throat hurt. Not fun.
I also hate running on the treadmill next to some track super star. I’m talking about the girl who weighs 90 pounds soaking wet, wears cute Nike spandex shorts and has the treadmill inclined and running full speed. Uhm, hello? I’m over here in a stained soccer shirt, shorts that are a size too big for me and huffing and puffing while I’m running an eight minute mile on no incline. But hey, to each their own. She probably has a love/hate relationship with running just like the rest of us do.
The good news about running on a treadmill? Well, I can usually catch up on some awful reality television on my runs. TVs and treadmills. It makes it a little more bearable. Oh, and it’s super fun to people watch from upstairs in the gym, which is where the treadmills are located. From the treadmill I can see the basketball and volleyball courts, the guys who think they can lift heavy weights, the guys (and girls!) who can actually lift heavy weights and people wandering around the gym on a cellphone, dazed and confused.
With that said, I am still so grateful that I am able to run.
I don’t have to run, I get to run.
There are so many people in the world who would love a chance to walk, much less run, and here I am complaining about something I choose to do. But I love to run. I also love to eat chocolate chip cookies. Another incentive to run? You better believe it.
Run Happy, Meghann