Wednesday, December 14, 2011

You Spin Me Right Round Baby

Right round like a record baby, right round, round, round!!

That and one of Nebraska's favorite sons says "Tara...Git 'er Done"...thanks Larry the Cable Guy.

Those are the statements that were going through my head during my dreaded quality time with my neglected dread treadmill.  Its not totally neglected, hubby has been getting up and running 3-4 times a week in the morning and since he refuses to run outside for some strange masochistic reason, he runs on the TM.

I, however, have a definate, passionate hatred for the portable piece of road that makes me feel like the hamster in the photo above. 

Sidebar: IS that a hamster or a bear....if its a hamster, he needs way more time in his little wheel cause he is a bit bearish looking....but if its a bear, he is doing OK.

Anyway, because of a lack of time, 2 toddlers and a major test in my EMT class tonight, I had to suck it up buttercup, and pound out 3 miles on the dreadmill while Thing 2 slept and Thing 1 stayed out of mischief watched a movie. 

I dug out my compression sleeves because I always get shin splints after the DM, found my running shorts and tank top (none of which was readily available since I have been running in 20-30 degrees for 2 months now), my iPod (that I haven't run with in several weeks) and headed downstairs.

The miles went by so.slow.  Like crazy slow, I really felt like I was standing still.  I hated every minute and .10 of a mile but I got it done.  I had a great sweat going, which I love so I know I worked hard and being that I do despise it, I feel really accomplished.  Kinda like I did when I ran 5 miles for the first time.  I did something I knew would suck but I "Got 'er done" (Thanks Larry!!).  Suffering through the dreadmill does have its benefits, first and foremost being, I know I can run so if I quit before I hit my goal, I'm going to be furious with myself for the rest of the day.  And when I make my numbers, I feel really proud of myself because, well, because it sucked the whole time.  Just another reason why I love to run.....pushing myself past my self-imposed limitations.  That's whats its all about.

Wish me luck...this EMT test is going kick my ass.  If your my neighbor, pray really hard ;-)

1 comment:

  1. Great job on the treadmill and good luck with your EMT test!