dreadmill

I hate running on the treadmill.  Ask me.  I'll tell you.  I hate running on the treadmill.  However, there is a reason there are treadmills.  The most obvious, it's northeast Ohio.  It gets cold and it snows and the wind blows.  I went to the Y today for this very reason.  I'm proud of myself because I went, and I even realized a positive ~ I can speed train.  It's that amazing + button ~ so I'm practicing running at 6:58 minute miles.  Today I ran 1/2 a mile at that speed...not to shabby.
But that positive aside, I still hate running on the treadmill.  There are all sorts of ways running on the treadmill can go wrong.  I don't run straight, sometimes I go sideways.  If this happens, I'll fall off.  I might notice my shoe untied and bend over to tie it ~ woosh, I'll go shooting off the end.  I might just burst out in song ~ "All the Single Ladies" makes me sing out loud.  I might fart...really can't recover from that one... And it's just not fun to run on the treadmill.  There are TV's to look at, but again, I have to look up and I might lose my step and fall off.  I can look at the block wall, oh boy.  I can look at the people running in front of me and think all sorts of not-nice things...and then realize the people behind me are thinking those same not-nice things about me.
I will run this winter ~ at the Y ~ on the treadmill, but my opinion will not change.
I hate running on the treadmill.