* make sure shoelaces are securely tied before starting to run
Buenos dias my faithful followers, which probably consist of three people. In a span of four days, I have grown to like the treadmill. Case in point, this whole week I have been using it to run instead of running outside. Lately I have been swamped with work and given the choices between work or run, I always pick work, which means I cannot start my run until 9:30 ish. I do not feel safe running outside when it is dark. I fear of things jumping out of bushes and strangers behind my back. Super paranoia. So, that’s where the treadmill comes in handy.
Do you remember how in the last post, I mentioned about the gym at Armando’s place where “no one uses”? Well, it turned out I was wrong. People do use it, namely, this one chick who likes to wear super tight gym clothes and has a pair of bouncy boobs the size of cantaloupes. While I was stretching and getting ready for my run, she came in and got on the treadmill. My heart did a little jump inside my rib cage. I felt tensed. I felt competitive. I was eyeing her, trying to gauge her level of fitness. After I finished stretching, as I got on the treadmill next to her, I secretly hoped that she would be one of those who run for five minutes and then give up. Yes, I am evil. Well, 15 minutes went by and la chica was still running. I did not want to be the first one to stop. I picked a spot on the ceiling and tried to focus on it, but to no avail. I could not zone her out. Her breathing and the sound that her shoes made aggravated me. 20 minutes went by and she was still going strong. I could not let her beat me. I stared at her in the mirror with my evil look. At one point, I caught her trying to sneak a peak at my monitor. At minute 22 she slowed down and started walking. Aha! She has given up, I thought. Two minutes later, she went back to running. A cold war was taking place on the treadmill and neither one of us was willing to back down. Well, at exactly 25 minutes and 30 seconds, my silent opponent stepped down from the treadmill and walked away. I discovered that a little competition was good for my running. I ran 2.5 miles at a 10:30 pace and did not feel very tired, because the whole time my mind was occupied with trying to beat this girl.
Recap of Week 5:
Monday (5/24): Tried to jog home from work. Jogged for 45 minutes. Armando came to my rescue and picked me up.
Wednesday (5/26): Ran on the treadmill for 2.5 miles at a 10:30 pace.
Friday (5/28): Ran on the treadmill for 35 minutes at a 11:45 pace. I made it to 2.97 miles.