So I went to a gym today for the first time in about six months. I don’t remember ever having a magic time on a treadmill. Ever. And in case you’re thinking it, no, I absolutely did not experience a runner’s high on the machine today. How sad would that be?! My first runner’s high on a treadmill. That would be embarrassing. Mortifying. No, even if I did, I would refuse to admit it. I imagine my first runner’s high to be a wonderful experience set in the most extraordinary setting. I would be running on a beautiful woodland trail by a river. The snow would be falling gently, and I certainly wouldn’t be tripping over anything at all throughout the course of this wondrous event… Enough on this.
I suspect the marvellous feeling today might have been brought about by the change in running conditions. Goodness, I forgot how easy running on a machine is! No inclines (unless specified, of course), no obstacles, no change in direction, no opposing wind force… I don’t even have to think about what I’m doing! I suppose the only complaint I have is that the maximum limit on the pace was 6:00 min/km (10 kph), which I thought was pretty odd? I’m positive all treadmills I’ve previously used have gone faster than this.
I guess from now on I’ll think of treadmill running as a treat after a difficult week. No pain, no gain. But if you’ve been working hard all week, what’s a pleasant, (relatively) slow-paced, easy run where you can fool yourself into thinking you’re such an amazing runner getting down all these miles like you’re nobody’s business. Life is sweet when you have access to a magical treadmill.
Brunei Runner. xxx