So I’ve never been a gym rat. I joined a gym quite a few years ago and enjoyed it-this was before I started running-but the gym went belly up and after that I just never rejoined.
The wildfires have created a running dilemma. I’ve run the past two mornings through the ash and haze, but I don’t want to continue doing so. Afterwards my nose burns and I know my lungs must be feeling the same.
With a 11-13 mile run coming up this weekend, I have to figure something out.
The answer came in the form of a coupon special for a local gym.
Now, this gym has it all: swimming pool, yoga, pilates, treadmills and so forth. I already pay thirty bucks a month for yoga classes and I do all of my pilates and ab work on my living room floor, though I would certainly love to do it in a gym with a qualified instructor.
And they offer childcare for an additional small fee!
I’m off tomorrow to check it out. I can do a seven day pass for free and see how it goes
The problem is that I hate treadmill running. I always feel like it takes twice as long to run my regular distance. I get bored. I like being outside, in the fresh air, roaming dark streets in the middle of the morning, before the sun comes up.
Now I might be up before the sun, but pounding my feet against the treadmill.
Perhaps they have a television there. I never get to watch television any longer, now that I have two young children.
Maybe this treadmill training won’t be so bad!
And once the moon is no longer orange, I can return to pounding the pavement on the streets.
I’ll let you know how my tour goes, and my Saturday morning long run on the treadmill.