Best use of a treadmill ever.
I have always been a firm believer that unless something is chasing you, there is no reason to run.
This is not something that started in my sedentary adult years. I have never liked running. Even as a kid I would do anything to avoid it. When I was in track…I did field.
And now I have painted myself into a running corner. There is this stupid running thing at the end of the triathlon. I must now make peace with it.
Y’see, I can swim for hours. No problem. I can’t do it very fast, but I can do it (kick turns and all). And I have always been happy to bike anywhere and everywhere.
This makes me an exception to the rules. Apparently, a lot of people who participate in these insane events are runners who for some reason or another can no longer do marathons or other even more insane races. The blogs and forums are filled with tips so beginners can learn to swim well enough to make it to the biking. Then they move on to making it through the bike to the run. The tone is definitely “don’t worry…you will get past these unfortunate sports and run, we promise!”
In my quest to finish, I will have to run. I suppose I could just walk the 5K, but there is no “kick ass-ness” in that. So run I must.
Every week I walk up to the treadmill. I stow my towel, my water, and my iPod and prepare for my doom. No matter what I try: different music, watching movies on the iPod, books on tape, TV, Buddist meditation, daydreaming, quadratic equations…nothing can take my mind off the fact that I am running. And I hate running, so you can imagine how I have to drag myself through my 20 minutes here, my half and hour there.
At the paces I am setting now, I might finish the run 2 hours after they have packed everything up to go home. There will be one guy left at the finish, holding my bike, smoking a cigarette and checking his watch.