Ok Go : Made treadmills look fun ( you liar)
From The Runner’s Rule Book by Mark Remy there's a part on the book that focuses on Runner’s Glossary which explains some common running terms and how to use them properly. I got a kick out of reading this one:
A primitive torture device first imagined by medieval jailers and perfected in the late 20th century, designed to destroy one’s mind through sensory deprivation and monotony.
Correct: “ I would rather die of hypothermia than run on a treadmill”
Incorrect: “Treadmills aren’t so bad.”
I have this love hate relationship with the dreadmill. When I’m not on it, I admire its sleek ebony surface, it’s shock absorbent belt, its gradual incline program ( okay, I don’t use that one), its incredible durability to withstand constant pounding, its heart rate monitor (that I also don’t use), its ability to fold up despite its mass bulk, so that my kids won’t mess about on it. But when it’s time to do some indoor running, I have to drag myself to get it on, I sigh deeply and sometimes I try to stall, checking emails and FB when I should be pounding away.
When we first got it 3 years ago, we stationed it near the TV in the living room so that I can watch Oprah while doing my lunch break running. Wasn’t a very good idea. We kept getting weird ( not to mention nervous) looks from people who came by. Plus, kids ( and sometimes adults) would ask us to turn it on to have a go at it just for fun ( It’s NOT that fun). After that, Dreadmill was placed somewhere more secluded, between the kitchen and the dining table. It’s a bit cramped there but if you get too claustrophobic, you can always open the window and imagine yourself doing some outdoor running ( iyo la tu).
But no matter how boring it gets on the dreadmill, it’s my only chance to escape with my weekday running. Even when I don’t have time to do a few miles during lunch break, I can always squeeze in that run in the evenings. My kids know better not to come close ( we trained them well) and I can always monitor them while running. Plus, with the kitchen nearby, I could always replenish easily after each run.
I have tried everything I could to make dreadmill running less, uh, dreadful. I’ve tried the iPod, I’ve tried visualizing myself in an actual race, I’ve tried running in different styles, I’ve tried the programmed runs, everything. Sure, it worked for a day or two, after that it’s back to the same old constant monotonous pounding. All I have left is sheer determination to get it over with. It’s either stay on or fall off (wouldn’t want to touch the stop button now, would we?)
And today, I got through 52 minutes of 8K at 6mph on the dreadmill. I could’ve have gone out to have a huge lunch, I could’ve watch Oprah, I could’ve slept. But I chose to follow my training regime; I chose to suck it up.
After it’s all over, I find that it’s so true: You almost never regret the runs that you do; you almost always regret the runs that you skip.
Now for that 9.6 K next week..Sigh.
P/s I read somewhere, some people could run 4 hours straight on the dreadmill. Well that’s just plain sick.