Lesson #12: I loathe the treadmill

Here are the many reasons I strongly dislike the treadmill.

#1: I don't like feeling like a hamster.

#2: I don't like the intense perspiration that falls from my face, neck, back, and legs while in a confined room with limited air flow.

#3: I don't like how 3 miles feels like the time it takes to run 10.

#4: I don't like looking down and realizing I've only been running for 5 minutes. ugh. Am I done yet?

#5: I don't like how I can't spit on a treadmill.

#6: I don't like missing the beauty of God's creation.

#7: Read below...

Yesterday, I decided to try the treadmill because of my foot issue. I didn't know how far I would make it and so staying in one place seemed better than getting stranded miles out from my house and having to limp back. Now, I think I would have preferred the latter.

If I want to make it through a treadmill run, it is critical to have music. The ipod I used didn't have a clip and so it has to sit in the cup-holder on the treadmill. This means the headphone string has to hang between my body and arms. Well, As I was adjusting the speed of the treadmill, my hand hit the headphone cord. Can you predict where I'm going with this? Yup. The ipod jolted up, the cord detached, and it hit the moving treadmill and became a flying object in the abyss of workout machines. It took me a couple seconds to pause the treadmill so that I also didn't fly off while trying to retrieve my ipod. While doing so, I forgot my headphones were still on my head and the cord was now wrapped around the handle of the treadmill. As I jumped off the treadmill, the headphones came painfully flying out of my ears and now also hit the belt. I picked up my ipod, grabbed the headphones, and avoided ALL eye contact with the fitness machine novices who had their ipods securely fastened to their shirt. As dignified as possible, I quickly hopped back up as if nothing happened.

Yet again, I gained another reason why I loathe the treadmill. I'll take honking cars, barking dogs, and pavement any day.

#7: The dangerous hazard of flying musical technology.