I Hate Treadmills

And winter. It's official. It started snowing too much to run outside (also, they don't salt, plow, or even shovel our street) and so I've consigned myself to the treadmill. I absolutely hate it. Needless to say there's not a lot to say about running in place, in front of a television, surrounded by 20 year old meatheads dropping 50lb handweights and grunting.

Someone who lives in a beautifully warm and balmy place please tell me how you're logging miles in the sweet sunshine. I will live on through you.

1.05

I was absolutely exhausted yesterday and didn't end up going for my short run. Maybe running the day that you give blood wasn't such a tremendous idea. I was laid out today as well but I really couldn't go two days without any activity. I have a good habit going and it would be a shame to let it lapse. I just went for a short walk with a few minutes of light trotting stuck in there. It's getting really cold, though, and my warm little couch is so very inviting. I dread the day when I'll actually have to run on the treadmill because the ice is too thick on the roads. 

I think I'm going to go to Las Vegas for a few days starting Monday. I've never been there and it's getting chilly enough that I could use some warm weather. I have to run while I'm there though. I still feel pretty guilty about not running in England. Especially since I gave up a ton of room in my bag for my shoes! I have the opportunity to totally redeem myself this week and, although the idea of partying in Vegas does sound amazing, I should probably fit in a quick run or two between mojitos. 

2.06

EXHAUSTION.

that is all.

1.08

I hurried up and did my run because I was rather tired and wanted to go to sleep ASAP. My shins are still okay but my run was a bit slower than usual. I think maybe because I was just not that into it. Also, my dog was being kind of bad, she got her nails clipped and even though I gave her lots of praise during and an apple afterward, she was sort of wary of me for the rest of the night. Maybe I was just tired and we were both sort of cranky.

I did make my goal, however, of running 16 times in 4 weeks. I'm going to up that to 20 and see how I go.

.26, .29, .32, .69...

So I've had better runs. I was pretty excited for tonight's run/walk and I decided that, since I haven't been running for awhile, I should re-calibrate my Nike+ sensor. I tried it once, running, and it clocked me at 27' mi. I knew that couldn't be right, even on my worst day, and so I tried it again walking. It clocked me in at 24' mi and when it got to its calibration distance (.25 miles) it didn't say anything so I stopped it and tried again, and again, and again. Finally it took the calibration but it had me running at a pace of 30' mi! I'm slow-actually really really slow-but not THAT slow. So I finally deleted the calibration and everything went back to normal. Then I realised that it doesn't count your calibrations into your mileage. So then I had to do ANOTHER mile. I was tired and I'm pretty sure my Dalmatian went to the bathroom in the middle of the street. And not the bathroom that evaporates. I usually carry baggies with me tied onto the end of her leash but of course, they had fallen off somewhere on my route. So I littered AND left surprises for my neighbors. 

Needless to say, it wasn't the best night of my life.