Yesterday. Me, the treadmill, my iPod, Jeopardy sans audio and Robin (across the room). I tried to get the audio to work on two treadmills with their own TV screen (ah yes, the Rec center), but alas, was foiled in my attempts. So I settled for my iPod on shuffle and trying to read people’s lips on Jeopardy so I could find out what the correct answer was. Dude. This was like…one of the best runs ever. I don’t know what the deal was. I ran 3.5 miles! On a TREADMILL!
The day before I ran 1.5 miles and was completely done. But yesterday it almost felt like I was finally figuring out the rhythm of running on a treadmill, without fearing for my life that I was going to be flung off of it. I started into it thinking I’d do may be 2 miles, then that turned into 3, then 3.5. And really, even then I still felt pretty good. I just didn’t want to keep going because people were waiting to get on the treadmills and Robin was waiting on me to take me home. So anyway, yeah, I ran at 6.0 mph (10 minute mile) for the first 3 miles, then bumped it up to 6.5 for the last 0.5 mile. Weird. Robin felt the same thing. She ran at 7.0 for most of her run (she’s a gazelle), then bumped it up to 7.7 and still felt fine. We both walked out of the Rec going, Wow, why did that feel so good?