Me vs. The Treadmill

Track and Field I was never much of a runner. I remember in high school, gym class consisted of running the one mile around the school grounds. My friends and I would run the two minutes it took to disappear from the site of Mr. Hacker the gym teacher, and then pause to smoke a cigarette somewhere between the housing development next door and the thick tree lined growth that separated the two. I didn’t play any sports after my fake attempt to play field hockey freshman year and recreational activities usually involved a nice leisurely sport like downhill skiing on the epic slopes of Camelback Mountain in the Poconos. My tennis racket served me better as a prop to play air guitar and my bike only took me to my friends houses where we would lay by the pool, not do lapse in it. I was in choir and most of my closest friends were not jocks. Run for exercise? What? At the end of the 90’s I had lost 30 pounds and I was reading an article on how running was a great way to stay fit and maintain your weight. For those who had never run a day in their life, they also had a step-by-step instruction guide on how to become a runner. Run two minutes, walk to minutes. Next week, run three minute, walk two minutes, etc. With consistent pounding house music blaring in my ears, I eventually was able to run 30 minutes on the treadmill, non-stop. After moving to San Francisco, I picked up spinning, enjoyed the elliptical and I continued to...

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