The dreaded treadmill

Miles I was supposed to run: 3

Miles I actually ran: 3

Mr Runner wanted to trial a new gym today. Mr Runner wanted me to join him. As I only had to run 3 miles today, I stupidly agreed.

I hate treadmills. I went travelling down the west coast of Canada and America earlier this year while I was training for my last half marathon, and ended up doing a lot of running on treadmills. It was awful. 

So today I tentatively stepped on to the dreaded thing, and started it up. The first mile seemed to speed by. I decided I was obviously a lot fitter than the lat time I did this, and it was really easy. What had I been complaining about. I was speeding along at a pace much faster than usual. I was clearly on to a winner. I was going to win the Amsterdam Half Marathon at this rate.

Then I realised.

It was not 1 mile, but 1 kilometre. I was going a LOT slower than usual. 

What started as an easy run, became the LONGEST three miles of my life. Even longer than those horrific cross country runs I had to do at school in a t shirt, hockey skirt and 3 inches of snow. 

I hate treadmills. 

So after my 3 miles, I decided I wasn't hanging around to wait for Mr Runner. Instead I was going to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine. 

Just want to say a quick thank you to Thomas's blog for the fantastic picture :)