Wednesday, January 3, 2012
My neighbor, Dierdre, offered me a treadmill. It's very nice, and I thought it would be a great item to have for those nights where it's too late to run or raining or something else. I could keep it in the garage, and it would be there when I need it. Great idea!
But there is underlying tension now due to the treadmill. I wanted it in the garage. 1-because it's a very large treadmill. It's not one that you can fold up and slide under the bed and our living room will not accommodate it without it being too instusive. 2.-I prefer not to run on it in the living room because a) I do not like to exercise while everyone is watching me or sitting around doing nothing and b) if I waited till everyone went to bed, it would probably be too loud. 3.-because it is so large and I only want to use it on occasion, the clutter it creates is not justified.
Monday, my husband was off, so he put up all the Christmas decorations. And he set up the treadmill. In the living room. In the corner. In front of my piano. Then there were words and basically he put his foot down and said that it was not going on the garage, and we would have to get rid of it. So I guess we'll be getting rid of it.
But after putting the little one to sleep, the house was all quiet. Mom was gone. Hubs was gone. Oldest was out. So I hopped on. I am not ashamed to admit that I am a weakling and a coward when it comes to elevation. So imagine my shock and horror when I stepped on and I'm on an incline. I pressed the down slope button, but it is as low as it can go. But it's inclined! You can look at it and see that it is. So I hop on and start running. I had to slow down. I knew running on a treadmill would be different and maybe difficult, but I believe it was even more so with the incline.
I made it through one mile before the phone rang, but to be honest, I was glad that the interruption came. I don't understand why a treadmill is so different. It's just harder. I can't believe I have become the person who would rather be outside running. What a difference a year makes.