Treadmill, oh how I hate thee.
Today I did my longest treadmill run to date: 8 miles. The run included 3 x 1 mile at 5K pace, so I at least had something to break up the boredom. I ran on a very nice treadmill at my local Y, while watching 5 different silent TVs and listening to a podcast. Honestly, it wasn’t horrible today… it wasn’t enjoyable either, but I survived.
I avoid the TM as much as possible. I will run in pretty bad conditions, but today it was a mix of miserable rain and cold, so inside I went. One of the things I enjoy about running is the journey. Going from here to there. Being outside. Enjoying the Fall colors and the crisp air. So, when I’m inside and I’ve just run 8 miles and not moved forward an inch… eh, not that exciting to me.
Another thing that is difficult for me as a type 1 diabetic, is recognizing lows while running on a TM. Whenever I get off of a TM, I’m a little bit dizzy and I really can’t tell the difference between that and, say, a BG of 40. Very odd feeling, but the 2 things are very similar. Of course, the only thing to do is test. Today after finishing? 110. Nice.
So, treadmill – today was alright and you are a necessary evil at times, but I still hate you.