Today’s treadmill workout was going to be something like this:
A progressive pyramid of sorts
Mile 1: 9:30 warm up
Mile 2: 9:15
Mile 3: 8:45
Mile 4: 9:15
Mile 5: 10:00 cool down
What was it really?
Mile 1: 9:22
Mile 2: 8:57
Mile 3: 10:00 cool down suuuuuuuck
Now that is depressing as shit.
I’m really out of shape and that kicked my ass. It’s cool though, I’m going to keep attempting my little pyramid of pain until I can get there. I hate starting from square 1 but whatever, I do this to myself every single year: I sign off from running at Thanksgiving and in January I’m like, “oh yeah I should try that again”. How easy a person can go from running a marathon to getting kicked off a treadmill by a 55 year old woman with chin whiskers and tapered sweat pants…
What really happened is that I stepped on the darn thing, and then she turns to me – while standing on the one next door, and says “excuse me, I was going to go on that one, this one isn’t free like I thought it was” (in the voice that an elderly anteater might have). Um, OK. I’m generally a nice person…nicer in my older years that is. Anyways, the look I gave her would stick in her brain forever if she had one. I actually stood there, stared at her and said, “Oooooooook” with the nastiest look EVER, then stared more, and left the treadmill to find another one with less idiots around it. Honestly, what the Eff! My gym is generally a pretty cool place to be, but you know what is cooler? Not having to deal with people who don’t have all their dogs barking.
This is the first time I’ve talked about running in a long time. My hopes are that this motivates me to get my ass moving… it certainly will give me more to blog about!