December 2, 2013 by Amy B
My pants said, “Run more.” My sore hip (from sleeping on a completely shitty bed for three nights) said, “Run a mile on the treadmill and start packing the car to go home.”
The treadmill wasn’t bad. It was my father-in-law’s, and it’s probably more suited for walking (Scott’s mom used it for walking) due to the length, but since my legs are shorter than most men’s arms, it worked fine for me. No bells and whistles, but a pretty smooth run with no belt slippage.
Thanks to Sophie for the iPhone action photo. Had to stop twice to unlock the phone but the time/distance seems fairly accurate with the footpod. Also: do my thighs really look like that? Wow.
Run streak will be difficult now that I’m treadmill-less. Hoping to be the recipient of this one should the owner decide he wants to part with it as he declutters the house. Fingers crossed. I would rather run this 15 yr old machine into the ground for the time being than have to do the research for a new machine right now (and spend the money).
Also, did a little holiday shopping for me.
Officially giving up on that PoS mag trainer I own and going fluid. I may have set this semi-arbitrary number of calories I want to burn a day (500) and I hope to get some of those accomplished on the bike every day. I’ll pick up the new trainer at Christmas when I visit my parents. Couldn’t give PB the satisfaction of another $12 shipping charge. I can wait three weeks.