Thank God for Treadmills

I HATE TREADMILLS. It's true, I can't deny it any longer. Treadmills have the amazing ability to suck my soul out of my body through my feet. The worst part is that the gym in my building doesn't have a tv in it to distract me from the sheer boredom that is the treadmill. Plus, as if every person in the world couldn't already find something they didn't like about their bodies, there are giant mirrors set up in front of the treadmills. They are conveniently placed so that you can see your face get red as you lose your breath and your thighs giggling around as your legs hit the conveyor belt! It's nauseating really.
Even though these things all add up to a totally legitimate hatred of running indoors I find myself living what an environment that has recently transformed itself into something that can be most easily described as the frozen tundra of mother Russia. I've gotten pretty good at handling cold weather, but -17 degrees just doesn't work for me.
On top of that last week I got the great news that I had both a sinus infection and pink eye! I couldn't make it up the stairs at work without having to send word (through use of a little known network of Denver Sherpas) that I would be setting up camp overnight and would summit in the morning. Plus eye infections have a well documented impact on a runners ability to maintain their footing!
So tonight, after more than a week without a run, I needed it. I needed the run like mean girls in 7th grade need someone with low self esteem! So, I caved, and I got on the treadmill.
It was glorious! I finally got to test out my new shoes even though it's only 1 degree outside!
While I maintain my strong dislike for small conveyor belts and unchanging scenery, I've decided that I don't have to pound the pavement to get my trot on!

If you like Pina Coladas...

Or getting caught in the rain, which is exactly what I did on Saturday morning. Saturday was one of those dreary, wet days, in lovely DC and I got my tush out of bed and ran. While I was prepared for the cold temperature, I was NOT prepared for the drizzle. After 10 miles a drizzle can really do some damage. Needless to say I was soaking, but man it felt good! We ended by going up the Woodley Park Hill, which for those that don't know is a long, treacherous, "death" hill that is a perfect cherry on top of a hard run. But hey, I'm in the double digits!

Also, I saw this story http://www.newser.com/story/111442/man-runs-365-marathons-in-one-year.html which reminded me why we started this whole thing. Can you imagine doing 365 marathons? That can't be good for your body!