I’ve been running alot on the treadmill lately. I’ve been going further and faster each day. I was getting pretty proud of myself. That was until I went for a run outside. It was all a cruel charade.
Running on a treadmill is so controlled. The machine does most of the work. I went for a run at the cottage. The roads were undulating. There are no undulating roads on a treadmill. Four bugs flew in my mouth. There are no bugs at the YMCA. The sun was beating down on my bald spot. I could feel my dome heating up. There is no sun on a treadmill.
To me the treadmill provides alot of motivation. If you stop running you will shoot off the end. You will hurt yourself or someone else. You will certainly stop everyone at the gym. They will look at you and your failure. When you are running outside, if you stop. You just stop.
Running on the treadmill is solitary endeavour. You can’t really talk to anyone. Any distraction, zoooom off the back. When you run outside, you can run with others. The problem with that is that its physically more difficult to run outside. When I went for my run at the cottage, I went with my sister-in-law. She was trying to have a conversation with me but I was out of breath. I kept firing back one word answers. There were alot of “yeps” and “uh-huhs”. I wasn’t trying to be rude but I couldn’t talk. Breathing was hard enough. That tells me that its working.
I need to run outside more. I guess there are benefits. You get to see more.
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