On my drive home from work this evening there was a light rain but the sun was shining bright. It looked so romantic! I was eager to take it all in with a long run outside. I raced in the door, grabbed a snack, and started to gear up. I was so anxious to get out and enjoy the daylight - felt like I couldn't get ready fast enough! About 90 seconds into the run, everything about the "romantic" sky started to turn really dark - then lightening - then downpour...it all happened within minutes. Thankfully, I wasn't far at all as I had no desire to get caught up in a crazy storm.
So tonight for the first time in months, the treadmill and I were destined
to reunite. I've been dreading this day - mostly because it had been
so long since I have had to use it that my mind was making it worse then
what it actually is...if that makes sense. While I love running, I do
not love running on the treadmill. So instead, I do a 60 minute program
that KICKS my butt. There's a whole lot of sprinting, some jogging, a little walking, and
lots of incline. At times, the program literally makes me feel like I
may puke and yes, when this happens I feel kind of like a badass - a crazy one - but still! :)
During tonight's treadmill workout, I couldn't help but think about the Biggest Loser contestants. How essentially every contestant during that very first time on the treadmill and all they can think/say is "I can't...I can't..." and the trainer is screaming at them to keep moving and to get their hands off the treadmill. My heart always goes out to them because of how far they have to go to reach their goals. As I let my mind wander thinking about their journey, I look down and my hands are holding onto the treadmill. WHAT! I had just completed another set and had about 30 seconds of walking on the max incline. I never even realized that I automatically grabbed the front bars. Crap! I let go...and through the next 50 minutes I had to constantly remind myself to not grab the bars during those brief walking periods. It was so HARD. I swear it made the workout that much more intense. Clearly, just those 30 seconds of holding the bars after every set was like taking a mini - yet unnecessary - break. The workout was excruciating as ever...and the sweat was dripping off my body. I had to morph my mind into that of a trainer and scream at myself internally, "Let GO of my Treadmill. Why Are you Holding on the Treadmill? Don't be WEAK!"
Treadmill, you didn't go easy on me...but I think I held my own pretty well. I certainly will be able to rest easy tonight knowing I owned those grueling 60 minutes. To our many more reunions, as darkness comes faster and the nasty weather - sadly - makes its way here.
Until we meet again.
Keep it Clean & Enjoy the Ride,
MSF
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| See why I ran home in fright? Yikes! |
During tonight's treadmill workout, I couldn't help but think about the Biggest Loser contestants. How essentially every contestant during that very first time on the treadmill and all they can think/say is "I can't...I can't..." and the trainer is screaming at them to keep moving and to get their hands off the treadmill. My heart always goes out to them because of how far they have to go to reach their goals. As I let my mind wander thinking about their journey, I look down and my hands are holding onto the treadmill. WHAT! I had just completed another set and had about 30 seconds of walking on the max incline. I never even realized that I automatically grabbed the front bars. Crap! I let go...and through the next 50 minutes I had to constantly remind myself to not grab the bars during those brief walking periods. It was so HARD. I swear it made the workout that much more intense. Clearly, just those 30 seconds of holding the bars after every set was like taking a mini - yet unnecessary - break. The workout was excruciating as ever...and the sweat was dripping off my body. I had to morph my mind into that of a trainer and scream at myself internally, "Let GO of my Treadmill. Why Are you Holding on the Treadmill? Don't be WEAK!"
Treadmill, you didn't go easy on me...but I think I held my own pretty well. I certainly will be able to rest easy tonight knowing I owned those grueling 60 minutes. To our many more reunions, as darkness comes faster and the nasty weather - sadly - makes its way here.
Until we meet again.
Keep it Clean & Enjoy the Ride,
MSF
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