This tales from the long run is from 2015.
Treadmills, I know there is a lot of hate out there against treadmills and there are people out there who swear by them but I have come to believe it has become one of the best tools in my arsenal.
Let me explain, I love to run. I mean I loooove to run. I’m not fast in fact, on the scale of things i’m not even a middle of the pack runner, I’m more of a last third kind of runner. But I like to run for a long time, like a really long time. It lets my mind run free..but that’s a tale for another time.
I have kids, and wife who works odd hours so I can’t always get my runs in when I want/need to. Enter my old friend the treadmill. Kids in bed, wife at work, hit the treadmill. Kids home sick from school, hit the treadmill. Really don’t feel like putting on pants, hit the treadmill. Need to binge watch TV, hit the treadmill. You get the idea.
But there is more, more than once I have caught my kids just running on it for fun, or walking up it at max incline, or dangling off the handle bars. The last one is not my favourite one.
But there is more. It sits in my garage, I see it every time I pull in with the car, feed the dogs, take the garbage out, mow the lawn etc, etc, etc, It is a constant reminder of something I love to do. It makes me feel good. When the ‘black dogs’ circle I don’t hit the bottle like poor old Winston Churchill, I hit the treadmill. It has been my saving grace more than once, in fact I can’t remember how many times I have ran away from the black dogs on it.
So thank you my treadmill, I’ll be out there tonight when the kids go to bed!