Thursday, July 29, 2010
A Letter to the Treadmill...
I hate your stinkin' guts. You're basically false advertising. I see commercials with people running on the beach, bounding about in their fantastic Nike shoes, great bodies, great tunes on their iPod and it actually looks do-able. Maybe even borderline pleasant. So it sucked me right in. I wanna have legs like that girl too!
So, Running, I loaded up my iPod, stepped on that treadmill and set out with such promise. One minute later I was huffing and puffing and I didn't look anything like the other girls on their treadmills. They were just watching Keeping up with the Kardashian's, gliding about at 7 miles an hour, not even so much as a bead of sweat and I'm flailing like a fish out of water to get through 2 minutes. My face is now the color of a beet, sweat's dripping down my face, I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon and I'm cussing your name, running! You're such a liar. You are not fun. You are not "a great stress relief". You are not easy and I don't look like those other girls yet. Surely, after a combined 18 minutes of running, I should have those legs by now, right?
Another thing I don't understand is how some people actually look cute while participating in your activity, running. They've got their little shorts on, their pony tail sweeping back and forth, no audible breathing...and then there's me. My shorts are riding up with each stride, I'm looking at the clock wondering how in creation it's only been 6 seconds...surely it's been 10 minutes. My hair is matted to the sweat on my face, I'm sucking wind and all I can think about is how much running stinks and I've only burned off the calories in 1/2 a strawberry.
I'll give you one little teensy bit of credit though, running...I do feel pretty good when I'm done with you. I think most of it is that I know I don't have to do it again for at least another 24 hours. But part of it could be that I actually feel good after huffing and puffing for a little while.
So I just might stick with you. I might even go as far as to say I'm going to pick out a 5K and work towards that. At this pace of running 2 minutes, walking 2 minutes it could take a while to get there, but I need a goal. So it's you and me. Mano a Mano. I hate you.
Let's do this.
Posted by Tiffany Mendenhall at Thursday, July 29, 2010