I will have to admit. When I see people running on the treadmill, I have often thought…gee, why would you want to get on that thing when you have the WHOLE outdoors at your disposal? A few times, I have had to run on the treadmill. I mean, like 2 times max. I would rather run in the heat or the freezing rain than have to run in the same place over and over and over. So, in 5 years of running, I may have used this machine in only dire straights. At our gym, they have TVs hooked on them…so, add to the stabbiness of using the machine, I now get claustrophobia as well.
I was cleared on Monday to start walking on the treadmill. I didn’t go to the gym. I just avoided the thing altogether. I just couldn’t bring myself to workout in this fashion. Plus, by coincidence, my foot started to hurt. Like my middle cuneiform was screaming…don’t DO that! Don’t use that machine! Wait until I’m all healed so that you can run like a proper athlete.
I went to the gym, forcing myself to step on the machine. It scared me. Not for the reasons you think. Not because I can’t use it, but because, I simply want to run. I was afraid if I stepped on there, that I would just start running, and harm my chances of ever coming back. I started at 2.5mph for 15 minutes. I was so bored.
And then I thought…I better learn to love this thing. This is my recovery, and there is no use hating the thing until I get back to running.
So. I walked for .64 of a mile. I burned 60 calories. And, I will count my miles until August 27th, when I can hopefully HOPEFULLY run.