So sorry for confusing you with 2 posts this week, but life totally trampled me last week and I forgot to post my week 4 running draft. Oops!
I have big news, y’all! I signed up for a gym membership. Little ol’ me now belongs to a big, sweaty gym. I guess you could say my relationship with exercise is getting fairly serious. We see each other 4-5 times a week, now. I hope exercise doesn’t get tired of seeing me anytime soon, because I plan on sticking around for awhile… or a lifetime. We’re going to see where it goes. You know, test the waters a little (don’t tell exercise, but I’m hoping for ring. You know how they feel about commitment, don’t want to scare the little bugger off).
I spoke to a few of my friends and settled on a gym that’s right around the corner from my house. It only takes me 5 minutes to get there, so I won’t be able to use the “too much traffic” excuse to get out of going. They just renovated the entire gym, replacing all the old equipment with brand new shiny equipment. It has that new, rubber matt smell when you walk through the doors.
I was so excited to run in the air conditioning that I went straight for the tredmills. Did you know you can plug your ear phones into a little device on the tredmill and watch T.V. while you run? Um, I totally just discovered this the other day, and I’m in love with the fact that I can watch Food Network while I run. The food channel motivates my workouts. Sad, huh? Basically, I exercise so I can eat. I’m not ashamed to admit it, either. I love to eat and refuse to give it up, so I exercise.
I hadn’t been on a treadmill in years, so I did what any person would do; I gave it the stare down. You know the kind. The you-don’t-scare-me stare down. After giving it a once over, I deemed it harmless, so I puffed out my chest (to really show it who’s boss) and hopped on.
Running on a treadmill is completely different from running outside. It felt easier to me, so I over did it and hurt myself. It’s not easier, just different. I pulled a hamstring muscle, causing pain to radiate through my hip and down to my calf muscles. Apparently, my badass ego didn’t do the trick because the treadmill totally whooped my butt. I sulked off with my tail between my legs, defeated with a wound to my ego. I was waddling for a few days after that and was unable to run until this past Sunday. I’m hopping to get the hang of the treadmill and show it who’s boss in the next few weeks.
The treadmill and I will come to agreeable terms. This I can promise.
Keep pounding that pavement!