I’ll be pounding out 8 miles on the treadmill after work this afternoon. Not ideal, but considering the cold and CRAY wind outside, in addition to my lack of winter-approved running gear, there isn’t much in terms of choice.
Oh, did I mention I started marathon training? Haha, yeah, I’m officially crazy AND I LOVE IT! I don’t know what it is about rackin’ up the miles that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside, even when they’re grueling and downright torturous (that’s for you, dready, God I hate you…), by the end I feel, well, kind of like a super hero. It’s the chunk of time in between the start and finish, though, that has me all over the place.
I did 6 miles on the treadmill Monday, set on the hill setting, wearing my 13.1 tech shirt, yearning to see the 6.0 on the dash. A regular at spin classes and fellow runner took to the treadmill next to me as I hit around the 2 mile mark. It was kind of nice running next to someone, made it feel less artificial. Anywho, when I was finished, he asked how far I went then asked about Detroit, I mentioned I’m training for a full and he’s done a few fulls himself, so we had a nice little chat. It was nice, and I loved that proudly dawning my Detroit shirt opened the lines of communication. I won’t lie, I felt kind of awkward wearing it, almost like I was bragging silently to the gym. But, it ended up with me making a new runner buddy, and an experienced one at that! Hooray for brain picking! Anyways, the point here is that he had said it takes a certain kind of person, mentally, to stick it out on a treadmill for 6 miles. Felt good to hear.
So today, I push past the 6 mile mark and tread (haha) into 8 territory. Wish me luck! It shan’t be easy, at least not mentally, but it’ll get done. Ohhh it will get done.
I need me some Bieber…