If I haven’t made it abundantly clear to you before, let me just clear up any confusion you may have right now.
I HATE A TREADMILL.
But with the training plan that I’m doing right now for my spring half marathon, that’s exactly where I find myself once a week. On Tuesdays, I will be doing some sort of speed work, whether it be intervals or a tempo run or hills, and as much as I hate to admit it, the only way I can successfully pull that off is on a treadmill.
Last night I headed to the gym for a 5-mile hill workout. That dang treadmill kicked my butt from one end of that gym to the other. I set it on the “rolling” program, and it rolled all right. Rolled over me like a steam roller. As with most treadmill workouts, it peaked in intensity about halfway through. I think I died once. I almost quit at three miles, but I bargained with myself. “No! You have chili waiting at home! These next two miles are two more beers!” And so I muddled through. It was hot. It was sweaty. It was slow. But in approximately 55 minutes it was DONE! And that, my friends, was the best part of it. And just like Funderson said, I am just as proud of that 5 miles on a treadmill (I’ve only done that distance on a mill a couple of other times and never any farther) than I am of any other run I’ve ever done.
It’s the little things…