This morning as the beads of sweat trickled down my cheeks I focused on not hitting the wall. Literally.
It was great to have a treadmill in the house so my exercise wasn't dependent on anyone else's schedule. I know that every day I can hop on and walk/run and get it done. Eye on the prize.
Usually I walk at the park. On days when the parking lots are sparse, I admit I am a little anxious in the wooded areas and I look over my shoulder more frequently. (The Husband gripes about how unsafe it is or me to run/walk with ear buds in because it makes me less aware of my surroundings..."It helps me keep my pace." I argue.)
"Keeping my pace" was a figment of my imagination. That is lesson one learned from the treadmill (which I plan to name...). You see, setting the treadmill, I had to stay at the pace or admit defeat and lower the speed.
Have I mentioned my prideful nature?
In line with keeping my pace is hitting the wall...I can walk and search for the right song on my ipod at the same time, adding in a motorized walkway however, adds a new skill set which I will have to master. I have to focus on keeping the pace more on the treadmill so when I got distracted I found myself slipping back and dangerously close to hitting the wall, the literal one. That just doesn't happen at the park. I guess it's a good thing I don't try to chew gum while I'm on the treadmill, that might max out my multi-tasking abilities. ;)
Positives to sweating with the instrument of torture? I do not have to worry about childcare because they were still snoozing, except for Miss M who watched from her high chair with amusement as she ate her cereal. That means I can exercise every day, rain or shine regardless of when the Husband leaves or gets home. I did not have to side-step dead frogs (happens more that you'd think), avoid attack grasshoppers (apparently there is some sort of grasshopper plague? Wait! Frogs and grasshoppers, that's two plagues.), and I didn't have to wait for any gaggles of geese to finish crossing the path.
I did miss the park though. I missed watching the steam rise from the pond, the wildflowers waving in the breeze, the changing leaves, the breeze and even the older men walking dogs that can fit in my purse. At the park, I can get lost in thought more which makes the time go faster (though probably not my pace).
The treadmill will help me reach my fitness goals. I know I have the discipline to hop on every day and I don't have to go anywhere (like a gym) to work out (which is good because I have hermit tendencies) and as I explained above, walking on a treadmill and adjusting my ipod is not as easy as you might think so I don't have to embarrass myself in public as I master that new skill.
Tomorrow I will sweat again. And the day after that. And the day after that. Most of the time, I will use the torture device, but when time allows, I think I'll go back and visit the geese and the grasshoppers and sidestep the frogs.