So remember last night when it was Southeastern Armageddon 2011? Yknow, telephone poles dropping on cars, houses being demolished. Very scary and sad stuff. And, in the interest of playing Master of the Obvious, clearly not a good night for a run. It’s only nights like this that can make me attempt to face down my most formidable foe — The Dreaded Treadmill (or the Dreadmill, if you like being efficient with your words).
It’s been about a year since the treadmill and I last crossed paths. It was a stormy evening, much like last night, and, inspired by Ron Burgundy, I was craving a nice yog. I sized up the treadmill at my work gym. I had a brief flashback of the last time I tried hoofing it on a t-mill, and how after the first mile, out of boredom, I was tempted to put the speed up so high I’d fly off the back. “Oh come Yvonne,” I thought to myself, “Surely you’re being melodramatic. Surely you’re misremembering.”
So I got on, cranked that puppy to 5.8, and took off. Took off, I quickly realized, to NOWHERE. Which, I would argue, is the inherent problem with the treadmill. Sure, the surface beneath you is moving, but you’ve got unchanging scenery for your entire run. Sure, you can watch TV to keep you distracted, but it’s hard to stay focused on the crazy hijinks of those “Glee” kids when you’re bouncing up and down and trying to catch your breath.
Another argument against the running machine — it doesn’t really prepare you for an outside run, especially a road race. Maybe it’s better than nothing, but if you’ve been doing all your training on a treadmill and decide to take it to the streets, you just might feel like committing hari kari after the first mile.
So while I considered a treadmill run last night, in the end I decided I’d rather do without and get a longer run in today. Is anybody else with me on this, or am I the only one allergic to treadmills? Do any of you actually prefer treadmills to running outside?