So I have the equivalent of a gym in my basement.
I have a treadmill.
A weight bench.
Dumbells. Barbell. Weights.
I’ve lived in this house for 4 months.
Guess how many times I’ve used the treadmill???
Yep, you’re right. None. Until tonight, that is.
Tonight, I decided to go for a half hour run. On my treadmill because its -9 (16 for y’all in the US) outside and there’s LOTS of snow out.
First time I’ve used it.
Discovered… that it’s in the wrong spot. Right where I run, it’s a short spot in the basement. There’s a header? Ballast? Something lower and boxed in and drywalled over that makes it 6 ft instead of 8 ft. You know – where all the ducting runs for the furnace.
Right where I run. I wasn’t THAT close to hitting it – but it made me a bit uncomfortable.
So yeah. Move the treadmill. Somewhere I’ll have an 8ft ceiling to run under LOL
I did a 30 min interval based run. Warm up, run 90 seconds at 3mph, then 30 seconds at 5mph. Repeat. Over and over. Hit the cool down at 1 min left (I had a vague memory that it doesn’t give me an automatic cool down and I wanted one) and walked for another 4 mins at 2.5 then 1.2 mph. (that’s REALLY FREAKING SLOW Y’ALL!!)
Walked/ran 1.81 miles.
Around 8 mins left in the run – so about 22 mins in – I discovered something. I wanted the run part to last longer and the walk part to be shorter. I wanted to go faster longer. I didn’t push it. I tend to push myself and burn out, and overall, that was a nice run/walk. Got sweaty. Feel good. Going to stretch.
But I like running. I really like running. It’s fun. It’s not fun like derby is fun but I can see me doing more of it. A LOT more of it.
Why don’t I run more? Oh yeah. I feel like I don’t have the time.