The cold and wind and snow are getting old as the weeks turn into months, and I’m piling up more miles on the treadmill than I’d like to count. But it is managing to keep me in training. Of course choosing between watching soap operas, ESPN with the sound turned down, or Fox News on close captioning isn’t as much fun as passing trees and farm fields, or watching the occasional dear bound across the road. But for now it will have to do.
One unexpected side benefit is that I’m getting in a bit of cross training. Just to break up the monotony of hearing my feet thump along on the belt, I’ve been warming up or cooling down by riding the stationary bike. It’s also a good test of my discipline. I know that the only way I’ll be in any shape to race come spring or summer is by continuing to add up the minutes and miles now. They say the blues is suffering transformed into art, so I guess the treadmill qualifies as paying my dues.
