Right after we moved to Columbia in 2006 and I started the whole “get in shape” thingy… we purchased a treadmill. It was almost immediately after that I discovered something. I really frickin’ HATE treadmills. And, yes, I WOULD much rather run in the (insert crappy weather scenario here) thankyouverymuch! I’m slow enough on a good day. I don’t need to run in place for an hour and have lights and dials remind me of how slow I am going on a second by second basis.
I did, however, manage to dutifully choke down some moderate time on our treadmill and it has served other purposes as well. It helped my wife train for her first running event and helped her rehab her back, etc. It was also grudgingly used by my son in an effort to teach him about fitness. I think that one backfired though as he now hates treadmills as much as I do. So it served a useful purpose. However, of late I have been going to the gym and swimming or spinning (which is like the treadmill… on a bike… with music) and I have started lifting weights again so the treadmill has been relegated to a clothes drying rack or a place for stray socks to hide under.
So my wife came to me a few weeks ago and said “ya know, we should just sell that treadmill and make more room in the living room”. I fought back tears of joy as I choked out the “yeah, you are probably right” response. So I posted that I was selling it to the local triathlon club and got several inquiries almost immediately. It is destined to spend it’s last weekend at the Inn of the Three Legged Dragon this weekend. Monday it will be gone.
Don’t get me wrong. Treadmills serve a useful purpose and many people use them well to get/stay in shape. I get that. I’m just not one of them. After about 10 minutes I am either bored stiff, dizzy, or both. Even with all the programmed workouts, music, etc. I just totally zone out and lose interest almost immediately. I do much better on a spin bike (I’m not sure why), but still, I can only tolerate about an hour there, so I’m glad the gym has them so I don’t have to buy one. That alone is worth the price of my membership. That… and I don’t have to clean the pool…
But… Good riddance, sez I! Honestly, just not having the guilt of looking at the thing every time I walk through the door and knowing I will NEVER use it again makes me feel better already.
“If you think a minute goes by really fast, you’ve never been on a treadmill.”