Behold! My nemesis!
Tonight's run took place at the gym on this evil machine. I hate the treadmill. I really do. I would always rather run outside. The treadmill is BORING. And it makes me hyper aware of just how long and how far I've run, to the point where I start watching the clock, waiting for the second when I can stop. When I'm outside, I sometimes lose track of time and distance and just enjoy my run more.
There are days, however, when I hit the gym to run on this hamster wheel. Sometimes it is due to weather. Sorry, but I'm not hardcore enough to run outside in the sweltering, face melting heat or the bitter, face numbing cold.
Other times, it is simply more convenient to hit the gym for a run. I may be at the gym already for a different work out, such as strength training, and want to still squeeze in a quick run that day. Or maybe, as was the case tonight, I want to work on speed. I'm not very good at judging my pace when I'm running outside, though I am slowly getting better. On the treadmill, it is super easy. I just set it for a certain pace, and, as long as I don't want to go flying off the back of the machine, then I know that I'm running at the pace.
Just look at the smug face of the treadmill. It is obviously taunting me. Judging me. Laughing at me. I'll show you, treadmill!