I am ambivalent about treadmills. On the one hand, you don't have to deal with things like stoplights (which is great if you're in the zone... not so great if you just want an excuse to stop for a moment!). On the other hand, they're boring. Seriously, utterly boring. Also, last time I ran on a treadmill I felt like dying even sooner than I would on an outside run, so I wasn't really looking forward to that.
But I grabbed a couple of magazines, got on the treadmill, set the incline to Too Easy, You Lazy Thing, You (okay, that might not be exactly what the machine called it), and... off to the races!
And hey, what d'you know? I started at a speed of 5mph and gradually upped it until, at the end of four miles, I was at 7mph (I am not fast. I am never going to be fast. This is fine - "run a marathon" is on my bucket list, but "qualify for Boston" is not). And - I wasn't even winded. Bored, yes. The magazines were not that interesting (also, I read them too quickly), and I spent the last fifteen or so minutes having conversations inside my head. But I felt like I could keep going - do at least another mile, maybe two. I'm actually kicking myself slightly for not having kept going, just to see... but there's always another day, right?
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