God, I hate running on treadmills. The sheer boredom of it makes me avoid it. Yet to head to the streets and run through downtown Vancouver at 6:30 am isn’t going to happen for several reasons. First, I’m scared of that, and well, it’s too far. So, I find myself climbing the 2 flights of stairs to get to the building gym discovering that the hill training in Huntsville has spoiled me. I could run and make no concern about incline, speed, just try to run as far as I could without stopping in the trees, sun and the hills.
I try all sorts of games – think about something else. Do 10% incline, then 6.0 speed. Do Sprints, do walking. Think about work, think about a book. Listen to music, listen to an audio book. Something – anything! – to take my mind off how many minutes I have left.
But who am I kidding? In Huntsville by now, I would be running around the 200 m indoor track complaining to you that I couldn’t possibly go around the same track yet again without falling over. The snow bluffs make is hard and dangerous to run, so I’d be inside either way.
And this leads me to the human condition. My gym is well equipped with maintained equipment. It looks over the Vancouver Harbour off of the 43rd floor. The walls are floor to ceiling glass and the cardio machines are positioned to look out the windows.
I’m bored looking at this?
November 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Ho-hum. Another day with a million dollar treadmill view.