The treadmill is officially banned for the remainder of my training. Even if it’s raining. I think I now have a negative Pavlovian response to the machine after a couple of terrible hotel “gym” treadmill runs in New Jersey and Iowa which triggered my recent slump.
Because yesterday I did an excellent eight miles outside and it felt GREAT. The added bonus to outdoor running is that I always, always get lost which leads to discovering neat things about random North Portland neighborhoods. Like this:
And the treadmill might have five consecutive running episodes of “Say Yes to the Dress” playing on the TV, but it doesn’t have this view: