Treadmill

This morning I started a load of running laundry. I was hoping to come home at lunch to lay it out to dry - well, I had a meeting at 12:30 and that just didn't happen. So, when I got home today, I put all of the running clothes out on the drying rack. They won't be dry until tomorrow.

Now that load of laundry contained both pairs of my running pants, all of my long sleeve running shirts, and Mike's hat and gloves. Given that it was pouring outside, it probably would have made no difference if we had worn them wet, but instead, I opted for shorts and a tshirt - we decided to go over to the gym, skip the cold and rain, and run on the treadmills.

Three miles on a treadmill is my limit. It's less than 30 minutes. And when I am done, I am so ready to get off of that thing. Now John, our good friend that lives in Denver, is simultaneously training for this marathon with us. He is going to fly out to Portland on the Friday before the marathon and we will head down to Eugene together and run. Because John lives in Denver, he has been doing all of his training on a treadmill. ALL of it. He ran 13 miles on a treadmill last weekend. Plus he is doing his training at a significant elevation. Eugene is going to be cake for him.

Blech - I'm still thinking about 13 miles on a treadmill and it is still making me nauseous. Thank goodness for our running group.