My Dearest Mr Treadmill:
I have spent far too much time with you lately. I know that you have good things to offer:
- the TV
- magazines or a book
- a set pace
- a "soft" surface
- the distraction of other folks
However, I so much prefer to be outside. Tonight, for instance, I shunned you and ran outside; on your enemy the asphalt, and I was in love again. The air was cold, I saw my breath. I breathed clean air, not the recycled stuff you have to offer. I know that the temperature isn't as controlled as when I am with you, but that's ok...sweating through all my clothes and 2 sweat towels isn't my idea of a good look.
I must thank you, though. For you have afforded me the luxury to train inside in this, one of the coldest winters in recent history. You have also made me stronger. I was able to kick it in on my last half-mile tonight due to you. Because of your sub 10-minute pace, I am able to run a sub 11-minute pace outside.
You will always be my friend, but I just don't feel the chemistry like I do with the outside. I will continue to meet you for lunch sometimes, and will speak of your good qualities to my friends. But I just can't say those th little words you beg for. I can only say: Thanks for being there for me when I need you!
Hugs,
Amanda
