Went for a run....

Going for a run is my sanctuary, a place to just "be" and lose myself.  But not when that run involves a treadmill.  Or, as I like to think of it, the dreadmill.  How can one piece of equipment make something I love into a chore?  I think it's the constant stream of stats flowing across the screen.  .1 miles complete, .2 miles complete, etc, etc.  No looking around and getting lost in the scenery or people watching here.  Just numbers and a little flashing dot moving around an oval.  I've covered it up with a towel, trying to fool myself into focusing on some blank spot on the wall and I've tried to use the numbers to convince myself to keep running.  "come on," the voice in my head says, "one more quarter mile to go!"  but in the end, I can't wait to wrap up the run and be done with it.  But, no matter how horribly slow the miles and time seem to pass on the treadmill, one thing helps...the feeling I get when I'm done is just as good as if I'd been outside running in perfect mid-30's sunny weather.  I still feel great - like I could conquer the world.  I only wish I could feel that way BEFORE I ran so it would be that much more enjoyable.  But then I guess it wouldn't feel like a reward then.  First you have to push through all the crap to get to the good stuff!

So, no matter how or where, I'm glad to say, "I went for a run!"