I need to get something off my chest.
I run on a treadmill.
There, I said it. I mean, I know you know I run on a treadmill because this has come up before. Sometimes treadmill running is a necessary evil to overcome unsafe conditions such as iced-over sidewalks and lightning.
But you know what? There are days when I run on the treadmill just because I want to. There are days when I just want to do my intervals when the track is buried in snow, or hill repeats on a smooth surface. Heck, there are days when I just want to do my easy run in shorts in the middle of the winter, with a cup holder and a fan, and watch old TV reruns that I don’t watch any other time.
And I am done with being sheepish about it. I am finished with shamefully averting my eyes when it comes up in conversation. There is no shame in doing a treadmill run just because I feel like it now and again! It doesn’t make me any less “hardcore” and it does not make me a wimp.
So take that, Ego! I won’t let you punish me for treadmill running anymore! I may never fall in love with the treadmill, but I like to flirt with it now and again, and I am done with letting you make me feel bad about it!