Dear Treadmills,

I REALLY dislike you.  All of you.

Disgruntledly Yours,



If treadmills weren’t so useful I’d write a letter to the treadmill inventor and ask that he or she  re-consider. Do treadmills really make the world a better place? Can’t we do without them?

The problem comes back to me though. If only I were better at personal time management and early morning perkiness I would never ever have to go near a treadmill. As a result I wouldn’t cultivate such an unhappy relationship with an inanimate object that is, at its base, not designed to be a torture device and is supposed to make me a more healthful being. But it just doesn’t feel like that does it?

This entire week I’ve dutifully set three alarm clocks to get up and run before work.  And each time I’ve failed. Each morning I’ve snoozed so many times that the alarm clock gives up and suddenly I realize that not only have I missed my run but now I have to make the decision between taking a shower and brushing my hair. (Hair, I’m sorry but stinky armpits take priority.)

With the multiple alarm clocks ignored, I’ve been forced to push my work out to the evening when my motivation takes a nosedive. I just KNOW that if I set foot inside my apartment, marathon dreams be damned,  I’m going  for rice crackers, hummus and comfy pants. The trick is to circumnavigate my inherent laziness bring my running clothes to work and hit the gym on the way home. It’s a good plan, but it means that I’ve choosen the treadmill over the open roads. It’s a difficult choice and one I rue immediately.

Last night I fought through 5 1/2 miles of treadmill – doing battle with  tight hamstrings, sore legs and near toxic levels of boredom . The headphone jack on the mill wasn’t working and so I couldn’t listen to the Olympic coverage. Even worse, the machine had a new fangled monitor to hook up an i-Phone and watch movies. But since the monitor wasn’t on, it acted like a mirror. I was forced to stare at the dim reflection of my sweaty face, mile after mile. It was pure dreadmill dreadfullness. I completed the 5 1/2 miles in before calling it quits. It was a good, productive run and if the dreadmill hadn’t been there maybe I wouldn’t have run at all. I admit that dreadmills are dreadful but they do have a place in this world. And they do serve as a great motivator for waking up early.


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6 Responses to Dreadmills

  1. SSIBS says:

    Alarm clocks,
    I really dislike you. Really.
    Disgruntledly yours,

  2. Amy says:

    Yes, I’m having a hard time staying with the treadmill as well… starting to run out of things to think about to keep me entertained!

    I really need to make my way outside soon…

  3. Ana-Maria says:

    I feel the same way about treadmills. I can run on them, at most, 4 miles. How about parking the car at the gym and running outside around there? With a headlamp and some reflective gear you’d be all set!

  4. MCM Mama says:

    I’m so not a fan of the dreadmill, but I’ve had to do some 7 milers on it lately, thanks to all the snow. I think I have experienced hell and will now mend my ways so that I don’t spend eternity running on one of those things…

  5. angryrunner says:

    Just the sight of a dreadmill gives me a new appreciation for running in ankle deep snow. Slow as hell, but far, far less maddening.

  6. Marc says:

    Thank you! I despise treadmills. Dreadfully boring, and the air feels stagnant. In the end it makes each mile feel like 3, so I can’t do nearly as much of a workout.

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