Today I ran an 8 minute pace on the treadmill. Oh horrors. I could not create a better instrument of boredom if I tried for a thousand years. It was a mightily painful forty minutes. I love hyperbole when talking about treadmills - the worst ever of all time, worse then being hung by my toe-nails, worse than eating live bugs, worse than sitting chained to a wall for years of my life - but not worse than running in below zero temperatures I guess. I would consider running outside tomorrow, but I think I'm going to have to treadmill-it again because I couldn't find a person to pay for my use of the treadmill in the gym that I went to. I completely stole a treadmill ride tonight. When I walked in there were two glass doors right next to each other. One said, "For Members," and the other said, "For Visitors." I dutifully went through the visitors door only to see the gym spread out before me and absolutely NO employee to pay. So very, very odd. I figured I'd just pay up after my run, but the place was employeeless for the night I suppose. So I'm going to have to be an Honest Abe and go back and pay for my soporific run. Maybe that is their conniving way of getting me back on their stupendously horrific treadmill - tricky devils!! |