Why I hate the Dreadmill...

Still cold here in the Heart of Texas so at 6 this morning I was at the gym... for a run on the dreadmill. I'd much rather be outside but with all my respiratory problems that I just can't kick, this cold weather just makes me more sick. Yuck!


Here's my morning routine.. Alarm goes off for about mmm 20-30 minutes before I finally drag my lazy bones out of bed. Kb and both dogs are still sound asleep. After manuvering in the dark to get dressed and find all my gear I'm out the door. Then back in because I forgot water. Out I go, then back in because I forgot my towel or something else. I'm really not a "morning person" I'm much more alert after 10am. In the car ride to the Gym I flip it over to Backspin on XM. If a little old school rap doesn't wake you up I don't know what will. Snoop, Easy E and Too Short... Backspin plays them all. Into the gym with all the other half awake people. I love these people. You can tell they just rolled out of bed, swished a little mouthwash around, threw some clothes on and are getting that workout in. These are the hardcore peeps. The ones getting the workout in because they need it. Not prancing around in their sports bras with their hair perfectly pulled into whatever cutsey poney tail or braid. They also aren't the roided out dudes grunting and throwing weights around. That's for the afternoon show. Nope, these are fatties like me that need to get that workout in or you can forget it because life just gets in the way.


Ok, I get on the dreadmill and off I go. No wait, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just running in place. One of the reasons why I hate the dreadill. I also don't have my speed figured out on that stupid thing. I feel like I run faster on the pavement because I'm not afraid of stepping off the belt or getting thrown back against the wall if I run off. I really just call it cheating since you aren't really propelling yourself forward but instead just catching the belt. I don't get the same sense of accomplishment as when I'm out there pounding the pavement and doing all that damage to my joints. So today I just went for time. About 40 minutes. Not really sure of the distance since I had to pause it to use the facilities. And by "use the facilities" I mean poop. That happens to me EVERY.TIME.I.RUN!! I read somewhere that runner's trots were "temporary" and that "your body was just getting used to the extra stress of the exercise". Nope, not me. Especially in the morning, it's like that extra jostling just shakes everything down there and it HAS TO GET OUT! The good thing about being on the dreadmill is that there's always a bathroom close by. (Well, lookie there, I found something I like about the dreadmill)