This morning I hit the treadmill for one bitch of a run. It was a designed treadmill run which included 4 x 5 minutes at a 4% incline at a steady pace (8:30 miles). Am I training for Boston? This run was hard, sweaty, and yet, I kicked its ass. I'm in such good running shape right now, it's scary.
Here was my favorite moment from the run.
I was doing this run at the Y. Anderson was at preschool and the Y allows me to fully concentrate on my workouts without getting caught up in what I should be doing at home instead of running. Anyway, like everyone else, I have basically had a cold since Thanksgiving, which has included a lot of nasal drip. It's worse in the morning. As a run goes on, that drip turns into a lot of throat clearing and coughing. I hate doing it and feel like an idiot. And I especially feel bad for the people who are on the treadmills next to me. However, the woman on the treadmill next to me this morning cracked me up. I had been running for a solid 30-45 minutes so the cough was full-on. The treadmill next to me had been empty for a while but was totally loaded up with my germs. An older woman got on the 'mill next to me and started doing some walking. Every time I cleared my throat or had a little cough, she would take a towel and cover her nose and mouth. It was obnoxious and yet I couldn't help but giggle. There one million treadmills at the Y and she could have seen I was grossing all over everything before choosing her treadmill. Needless to say, she didn't last long next to me - three minutes tops. Whatever. The Y is a cesspool of germs. My coughing is not going to change anything.