Garminia perched on the front of the treadmill. She watched my feet turn over and over as the belt moved along. I was just getting warmed up. Garminia has not used her alarmist modes on me in a while. I am overly sensitive to that these days. Instead, she sat quietly displaying my heartrate for me to see.
Initially, my heartrate was in the 120s. It stayed at that rate despite my body’s response of “ugh.” I was still just getting warmed up as the first mile passed. Apparently, it was going to take me a while.
At around mile 3, I noticed that the “ugh” feeling was gone. Now, I was just bored and that was okay.
I ran for nearly 9 miles, but should have ran at least 10 miles. I figured that my colleagues might notice if I took a 2-hour lunch…especially if I was also leaving early for grief support.
9 miles on a dreadmill? You are a goddess.
I can’t believe you did 9 on the treadmill, either! Wow! I can’t do 5 before I’m bored and out, trying to brave the elements! When’s your next race you’re training for? I can’t recall. I’m shooting for the Columbus, Ohio marathon on Oct. 21.
I agree. Nine miles on the treadmill is brutal. I don’t know how you do it…
How you can go any further than 4-5 miles on a treadmill is beyond me. I start to feel like a hamster in a wheel after 1! Glad you were able to shake the ‘ugh’ feeling though!
I agree with everyone else here! 9 miles on a treadmill deserves a medal or something! Nice job!