Why I hate treadmills
Ok, so considering what happened at the gym today, I really had a pretty good workout.
It started in the pool where I swam ~1/2 mile. It was an uneventful 1/2 mile. I wish I could say that about what happened next.
After the swim, I went to the locker to change into runing gear as I had a 3-mile date with a treadmill due to the KC blizzard of 06. Shorts, shirt and shoes were accounted all accounted for. But what the hell happened to my socks. Seriously. I had them when I went into the gym I was wearing them on my feet. I swim, they disappear.
Crap.
Anyway, I put on my running shoes w/o socks. This isn't the first time I have run without socks, but it was just a little uncomfortable.
Next, I head upstairs to select a treadmill. Like everyone else, I select the treadmill based on what is showing on the TV in front of it. So there I am walking down treadmill row. I get to the end of the row seeing nothing that really excites me so I start to back in between two stationary bikes lined up behind the treadmills to re-evaluate the selections from afar (maybe I could position myslef between 2 average shows and switch back and forth).
When I say "backed up", I really mean "with my head looking up at the TVs to my right I gradually shuffled between these two bkes". All I want to know is whether or not it was necessary for 24-hour fitness to have a 4" high rectangular box-like thing connecting the row of bikes to one another because I had no idea it was there.
To say I tripped over that thing is putting it mildly. I went down in a blaze of glory. I don't know what I hit first. But it must have been entertaining. Thank god for a snowstorm that turned the gym into a ghost town. I don't think there were witnesses.
Of course, because I didn't see it coming, I did nothing to brace myself and by arm, myback, my leg were all throbbing in pain as I stood back up. I considered not running, but I ran anyway. The pain went away tmporarily just to return on my drive home. As I type this, the tylenol 8-hour just kicked in. But I have a bad feeling that there will be some awkward stiffness when I wake up in the morning.
And yes, I do blame the treadmill for this. If they weren't so freaking boring, I wouldn't care what was on TV. But they are, and I will be damned if I am going to sit through 30 minutes of Oprah when Jeopardy! is a viable alternative. So choosing the right treadmill is important.
And about the missing socks, I glanced into the pool area as I returned to the locker room after the run and, yep, they were sitting right there on the bench where I left them during my swim.
It started in the pool where I swam ~1/2 mile. It was an uneventful 1/2 mile. I wish I could say that about what happened next.
After the swim, I went to the locker to change into runing gear as I had a 3-mile date with a treadmill due to the KC blizzard of 06. Shorts, shirt and shoes were accounted all accounted for. But what the hell happened to my socks. Seriously. I had them when I went into the gym I was wearing them on my feet. I swim, they disappear.
Crap.
Anyway, I put on my running shoes w/o socks. This isn't the first time I have run without socks, but it was just a little uncomfortable.
Next, I head upstairs to select a treadmill. Like everyone else, I select the treadmill based on what is showing on the TV in front of it. So there I am walking down treadmill row. I get to the end of the row seeing nothing that really excites me so I start to back in between two stationary bikes lined up behind the treadmills to re-evaluate the selections from afar (maybe I could position myslef between 2 average shows and switch back and forth).
When I say "backed up", I really mean "with my head looking up at the TVs to my right I gradually shuffled between these two bkes". All I want to know is whether or not it was necessary for 24-hour fitness to have a 4" high rectangular box-like thing connecting the row of bikes to one another because I had no idea it was there.
To say I tripped over that thing is putting it mildly. I went down in a blaze of glory. I don't know what I hit first. But it must have been entertaining. Thank god for a snowstorm that turned the gym into a ghost town. I don't think there were witnesses.
Of course, because I didn't see it coming, I did nothing to brace myself and by arm, myback, my leg were all throbbing in pain as I stood back up. I considered not running, but I ran anyway. The pain went away tmporarily just to return on my drive home. As I type this, the tylenol 8-hour just kicked in. But I have a bad feeling that there will be some awkward stiffness when I wake up in the morning.
And yes, I do blame the treadmill for this. If they weren't so freaking boring, I wouldn't care what was on TV. But they are, and I will be damned if I am going to sit through 30 minutes of Oprah when Jeopardy! is a viable alternative. So choosing the right treadmill is important.
And about the missing socks, I glanced into the pool area as I returned to the locker room after the run and, yep, they were sitting right there on the bench where I left them during my swim.
posted by Kevin at 5:47 PM
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