I am saddened (and excited) to announce that I now hate a dear, old friend. One that has helped me through my running struggles and helped me become in better shape. That's right...
I hate you, treadmill.
After taking a run on the track at BYU, I can't stand running on the treadmill. I loved not having the numbers constantly mocking me in my face, and I loved that I wasn't worried about looking at them the whole run. It almost seemed to make my run easier. Saturday night during my run I had to actually cover up the numbers with my jacket so that I could just run and not worry about when 1.2 miles was going to turn to 1.3.
I am so glad that the weather has warmed up, because now I can run outside and enjoy running more.
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