We
are being BLASTED by an artic typhoon.
Heavy snow and the temps the last few days have been a balmy zero to
nine below. That’ll freeze your
bacon! And so today I send out a huge
thank-you to God for the blessing of my new treadmill.
I
have been running, and running outside, not counting high school track and
cross country for about thirty-two years, rain or shine, snow or whatever. But a couple of months ago we decided to
enter into the world of the treadmill. My
husband Jim did some research and decided that the Landace brand got the best
reviews by serious runners, so that is what we have.
He
hooked up a flat-screen TV for me, and I can blast my specially-selected, happy
Teresa running music through its built in speakers and watch TV.
While
running outside has never bothered me, in fact I actually love being outside,
doesn’t really matter on the weather; there sure is something nice to be said
for putting on a pair of shorts (I usually do not even open the shorts drawer
from November until April) and going in the next room for my run.
But
with that said, one is suddenly and painfully aware of time, and distance as it
crawls along, without the normal passing scenery to occupy the hyper-active
mind that wants to be anywhere but experiencing the pain of running in one
place. It’s all good though. I was telling God that I kind of like this
new kind of cross. It sure is a good
one.
View from the treadmill...
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