I knew there was no way that I could knock out fifteen miles on a treadmill. The boredom would kill me. Instead, I bargained myself down to an hour on the treadmill, an hour on the bike (counting for 5 miles), and whatever miles I have left on the treadmill. And it wasn't all that bad. I ran 6 miles in the first hour on the treadmill. I spent the next hour texting with a friend and shopping for a new cell phone case on ebay while biking. Then I went back to the locker room to eat a Clif Bar. That was a little awkward for me, kind of like I was sneaking a snack. Then the final 4 miles on the treadmill.
I was at the gym for 3 hours. I've never been there that long before. Towards the end, I felt like one of the women you read about in Cosmo; the ones who only eat a bowl of bran flakes a day and exercise for hours on end. Exercise bulimia, I think it is called.
In trying to be optimistic, I came up with 3 good things about spending this much time at the gym.
- No tan lines. If you aren't in the sun, you can't get dumb tan lines.
- Unlimited potty breaks. In a toilet that flushes.
- Water refills at any time. Don't mind if I do, refrigerated water fountain.
Thankfully I finished, and it wasn't all that bad. However, I will be happy to never do it again!
Miles logged: 15.0