Treadmill bound

All I want for Christmas is a treadmill run that does not last for eternity. Santa must have missed that one on my list this year. Man, this morning’s run was awful. 7 miles that felt more like 77.

I honestly checked the weather before leaving Boston and there was no signs of snow. So, needless to say, I was just a little surprised by the 18 inches that landed on my parents front lawn Sunday afternoon/night. I guess I should be glad I was here, and staying here for a few more days so I didn’t have to travel in these conditions. But blech, as a runner, I do not care for the snow.

First of all, I’m not a big into winter sports – skiing, snowboarding are not my thing – so snow does not help me participate in any activities I enjoy. In fact, it actually prevents me from doing what I’d like to be outdoors for most – running. Second, the alternative to running outside when the roads are sloppy and sidewalks unshovelled is the dreaded treadmill.

Any day I have to run on a treadmill feels like I roll dice before my workout. I can’t say every treadmill run is awful. Sometimes it passes quite quickly. Most of the time I painfully watch each 1/100 of a mile tick away.

Ah, but 18 inches aren’t going anywhere just yet, so I will try to stay positive for now – happy to be wearing shorts and a t shirt rather than 4 layers of dry fit spandex, excited to listen to the new tunes on my ipod. But, I really just want the snow to melt.