Trials of the Treadmill

There are things I strongly dislike. I strongly dislike ice patches. I strongly dislike heavy winds, cold rain, and drivers who don't provide a courtesy wave when you allow them to pull out in front of you (and you so obviously didn't have to). And I strongly dislike treadmills.

I have preached my detest of these machines many times. And yet, in the past few weeks, I have found myself back on them, staring out of the window of my office building into the dark late afternoon, iPod blaring, ignoring the fact that I was going nowhere.

My office building has a gym on the second floor, which I am extremely grateful for. There are treadmills, and when it is cold, and dark, and wet, and icy, and all-around miserable, I must admit, they make a great alternative.

I have slowly been working on increasing my tolerance of the things. I realize the great alternative they can provide, and there are instances when they are the lesser of two evils. I have been working my distance up, losing myself to my music and pushing my mind outside of the realization I am on a treadmill.

You know what the scariest thing is of all? I kind of enjoy it.