Treadmill? BAH! HUMBUG!
Good morning! How are you? Really? Oh, okay. Yes, I enjoy pretending I'm speaking with whomever reads this. Silly, right? No... I guess it could be construed as normal... you're so right! I should listen to you more often. hehehe... It's no secret that I'm a jogger. Nope, not a runner, a jogger. I don't run. I am a little faster than most people that just stroll, but definitely slower than people that walk quickly. Anyway! I signed up for a half marathon ! YAY! Crazy lady strikes again! Woo hoo! I've had a bit of an epiphany.... I dislike... nope... I HATE the treadmill. Can't stand it. I've been running on that stupid treadmill for 3 weeks now. I hate it. Worst thing for me. Probably going to avoid it at all costs. Why, you might be wondering? Why could she hate such a wonderful invention that prevents the fit and wanna-be-fit from having to run/jog/walk out in poor weather? What could be so horrible that she hates it with such a passion