I had a nightmare last night that both treadmills at my apartment gym broke. It was the worst nightmare ever.
And luckily not true.
My workouts this week have been brought to you by the word “treadmill.”
According to wikipedia, the treadmill is a “device for walking while staying in the same place.” I don’t think wikipedia understands me.
I can’t tell you anymore about treadmills, because I’ve just decided to dedicate an entire post to the history of the beloved treadmill and my scandalous love affair with it.
Instead, here are my workouts from the past week (all runs conducted on the treadmill):
Sunday: 10 miles, easy.
Monday: 60 minutes stairs, 30 minutes elliptical.
Tuesday: 10 miles, hills. (3 mile warm-up at 6.0, 6 miles hill intervals at 6.5, 1 mile cool-down).
Wednesday: 60 minutes elliptical, 10 minutes stationary rowing
Thursday: 13 miles, super-easy. Supposed to do a speed workout, but wasn’t feeling it, so decided to swap my long run day with my interval day (since I was supposed to be in North Dakota this weekend for school and it’s hard to run 14 miles before an 8 am class in an hotel gym).
Friday: 3 miles, easy
Saturday: 15 miles, easy. Note: These did NOT occur in North Dakota because the world shuts down when it snows, so I did these at my apartment gym instead. Still not feeling a speedworkout. Consumed 3 shot bloks (cran-razz) and a Strawberry Fruition bar during the run.
Total miles: 50
Goal for next week: More rest on my non-running days, and some instagram pictures with my hot date, Mr. Treadmill. He’s reliable, study, and seems to like me even when I’m sweaty, red, and sporting post-run frizz.
Oh, and a speed workout. I skipped them twice this week in favor of distance. I must be some kind of crazy.