Thanks for Nothing, Mother Nature

Mother Nature gave me the middle finger today. When my alarm went off at 6:45 this morning, it was still raining. So I climbed back in bed with the dogs and slept until 9. It was raining when I got up the second time. Only a light drizzle, but everything was soaking from the last 24 hours. I resigned that, today, I would have to run at the gym. I was not pleased.

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.

1. No tan lines. If you aren't in the sun, you can't get dumb tan lines.
2. Unlimited potty breaks. In a toilet that flushes. 
3. 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