With the threat of rain looming over Hartford’s skies, this guy decided to take advantage of his $10/month gym membership to hit the treadmill for a run after work. I realize I’m six months away from the Big Day, and that running a treadmill doesn’t compare to the real deal, but I also know that if I don’t get myself in the habit now, it’s never going to happen.
In hindsight, today would have been the perfect day to go straight home without passing go. Call me crazy, but there’s something about the musky scent of sweat, the sight of individuals benching twice my weight and the sounds of a techno night club resonating off the dingy gray walls, that make trying to train for a race a little bit intimidating. To make matters even worse, while stretching, the treadmill I was eying was stolen by a lady that probably could have taken me w/ one hand tied behind her back (hey, at least I’m honest).
After taking a lap around the facility to play off the fact my treadmill was swiped, I hopped on the first empty treadmill I could find. I looked past the fact that the buttons were sticky (some things are better left unanswered), and started my trot. Slowly, I was able to pick up my pace, until I was doing a solid 7 MPH. After 15 minutes, the whiff of BO from the person next to me was no longer burning my nostrils, and I was determined to keep going.
While I didn’t quite run a 5K, I felt good that I was able to run/speed walk for 30 mins, and put in a little over 2 miles. I’m even more impressed that I burned enough calories to justify eating that bag of Doritos at 3 p.m. today. Of course, I wish I could have done all this without having felt like my sister’s pet hamster back in ’02.
Before I hit the shower to wash the funk away, I’d ask you, the Running Ray Radicals… how do you get a run in when there’s inclement weather?
Until later – RR.