In my previous post, I was basically trying to figure out how to slow down time because it never ceases to amaze me how fast time is flying by these days. Well, turns out nothing slows down time more than stepping on the treadmill, preparing to be on there for at least an hour, and you forget your phone at home which contains your music that helps you jam out and kind of forget you’re on the treadmill. This is what happened to me last Friday…the following morning after the post went out.
Now, I’m not one of those people who hate or dread the treadmill. In fact, never in my life have I ever called it a “dreadmill,” nor will I ever. I suppose I can understand people’s reasoning behind that, but if you perceive something to be dreadful, then that’s the experience you’re probably going to end up with. And that’s not how I want to live.
Yes, there are certainly things and events I will most likely dread in life, but having the ability to run on a treadmill is definitely not one of them. And if the treadmill had feelings, it probably wouldn’t appreciate my harsh negative attitude towards it when it’s there to actually help me…even if I’m not actually going anywhere.
I’m actually quite grateful for the treadmill because for one thing, I don’t have to run all alone in the darkness at 3 AM through city streets. Plus, the treadmill helps me escape scorching heat, and chilly rainy days (when those rainy days happen), and it allows me to crank up the incline to get some elevation gain without having to get on the trails.
And right now, the LA area is currently experiencing some intense Santa Ana winds and raging fires, and while I’m not in any direct path of them, the sky is still smoky and the air quality is really not something I want to be running in for any long length of time.
So you bet I’m grateful for the treadmill!
Would I want to run on it every single day? Probably not. But if it keeps me running when the conditions aren’t so favorable, then yeah, I don’t mind hopping on it.
Although I’ll be honest here, having my music and/or a podcast allows me to enjoy the monotonous motion of the ‘mill even moreso than without having some sort of musical accompaniment.
So, when I realized I forgot my phone, I could’ve asked myself: How could this happen? How am I going to survive? Should I just go back to bed?
I simply said to myself: I’ve run in more challenging conditions. This is nothing. I can handle an hour on the treadmill without music.
In fact, I can handle running without music period, because I run on the trails without music all the time. So I reminded myself of this and began to visualize myself on the trails as the belt rotated swiftly under my feet. Smoothest trails I’ve ever run on! Ha!
I also reminded myself of how I wanted to try living more in the present moment, and in that present moment I had no choice but to take it one step at a time. Actually, I did have a choice, and I chose to get my run in regardless of having my music with me or not.
I’ll admit, time certainly slowed down. I was in my head more, and paid more attention to what I was doing and how I felt. I guess you could say I was being more mindful and it worked! Time slowed down! And at the end of the hour, I actually found myself enjoying being in the quiet. Slightly. I still missed my jams. But if I happen to forget my phone again and have to resort to a musicless treadmill run, then so be it. There are worse things in life for a runner, and I’d rather have a musicless treadmill run, then no run at all.
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