Which leaves me with a minute to blog about something random.
I love to run. The first time I ever ran for exercise was in 1998, when I started dating Rod. We ran the BYU PricewaterhouseCoopers 5k together (by together, I mean we both ran the race, not that we actually ran side-by-side). I hated it. It was so hard for me to run the whole way, but I felt obligated to participate since (1) I wanted to impress my new boyfriend & (2) I felt like hot stuff since there were so few girls in the accounting program, and even fewer who were willing to stop thinking about debits & credits long enough to get some exercise (myself included), that I figured I had a pretty good shot at winning the women's division. So, even though I came away with a trophy, it was a pretty pathetic victory.
10 years later, I'm dedicated to my daily run. Every morning, almost without fail, I hop on my treadmill & bust out my 3 miles. I love it. I finish feeling refreshed, oxygenated, and ready to go for the day. It's my sanity, really. I'm not sure if I would be able to function mentally anymore without it (seriously).
Last week, when Savannah & I were talking about Halloween costumes, I asked her what I should be. She thought for a second and said, "Well, you could be a treadmill!" That kind of freaked me out, but it also made me laugh. (I'm not so sure how I would put that costume together!) Anyway, her statement pretty much summed up the importance of the treadmill in my life.
So, out of curiosity, today I checked out my "since inception" time & mileage on the treadmill. Here it is:
That's 311 Hours (which comes out to 13 solid days) & 2,157 Miles.
www.convertunits.com calculated the 2,157 miles to be the distance between Ronald, Washington & Bishop, Georgia. So, over the last 2 1/2 years (Rod bought me the treadmill when I was pregnant with Will) I've run in place, in my bedroom, long enough to complete a coast-to-coast trip (rather Forest Gump-ish!)
Isn't it just crazy to think about all of the little things we do in life, every day, and of how all those minutes add up?
On another related note, I bought these shoes for $40 at DSW when the treadmill was new:
They're the only shoes I wear to run. I love them. Over time, I have attempted to replace them with 4 other pair of much more expensive, much more cool shoes, but NOTHING is the same as this pair.
I'm embarrassed now to wear them in public. I've worn holes through the sides, they're permanently gray, and they make me look completely poor, but I love them. I've e-mailed Saucony, hoping they could somehow dig up another pair for me. I've scoured every random running shoe store on the internet, hoping to find a replacement. No such luck.
I'm afraid they really are almost really dead, and I'm just not sure what I'm going to do about it.
But now, since the house is still quiet, I'm going to bed. I have to run in the morning.
6 comments:
Ah. Inspiring. I miss my jogging days.....
Love it. Good post, even without the kids. You're amazing.
As my friend Nicole said, "once a runner, always psycho." From one psycho runner to another, please be careful about running in those old shoes. (Honestly, I wish I could tell you to throw them away.) I don't want you to get injured because of a pair of old, broken-down shoes, and even the minor aches and pains they can cause aren't worth it.
I cannot feel this love for the treadmill as you do. Although, I do admire it. I hope my kids get Dave's love of running. I love the post about Savannah and her dolls. It cracked me up.
My word, Jen! I wish I had your dedication to working out. What I would give to have you a little closer to teach me how to run. I can't go more than 2 minutes without thinking I'm going to pass out. I think you deserve a trophy!
Wow. I need a treadmill.
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