the treadmill diaries

Yesterday, my husband and I were signed up to run the Hangover Classic in Salisbury, Ma – with the option to polar plunge after the race. He was doing the 5K. I was doing the 10K.

But life happened. The boys were up late. And, sadly we missed the event.

I could have so taken the easy way out without batting an eyelash and skipped a run altogether. But instead, I geared up and made a 6.31 mile date with my treadmill.

I think it’s my longest indoor run. But with beaucoup snow out in the neighborhood, it wasn’t happening anywhere but in my house.

So based on advice from my husband, I loaded up the iPad with season 1 of Breaking Bad..and distracted myself while I got my 10K in. Good news – it was over before I knew it and I felt great about it.

The lesson learned is that where there’s a will, there’s a way. And today my will got it done.

Now for the bit about the 8 hours. From the time I jumped on the treadmill at 11:30 to after 7:30 at night, I was sporting this mighty fine sweat band I got for Christmas (excuse the poor quality night pic). The old one that I loved disappeared last year and I was so glad to see a replacement from Santa this Christmas.

That’s it. I love it.