The treadmill was developed as a torture device. I’m not kidding. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, but I don’t mind it.
Don’t get me wrong, I would still rather be out running through the woods. The problem is that the winter gifts the trails with a beautiful blanket of white and the sparkle of ice crystals. The scenery makes trail running a little dicey.
I am lucky enough to have a treadmill and a spinning cycle in my basement. I am smart enough to have put an old television down there too. These days I’m cranking out the miles while I watch a movie. Or two.
Indoor endurance isn’t nearly as fun as the outdoor wilderness experience, but it sure beats breaking a leg or an arm or worse. I want to give myself the best shot at staying fit and injury-free for the Hat Run 50k in March. Sometimes I need to stay away from the trails, as beautiful as they are. Even when the weather drives me indoors, I’ve got to keep going.
The Running Story 