Yesterday I spent an hour on that treadmill. It's getting easier, but not much more fun.
After getting my Target errands and then grocery shopping done, I headed home so Pete and I could hit the gym. I was determined. I set the treadmill at 60 minutes and started in. At the end of the 6 minutes I texted Pete the following: 595 cal, 1 hr, 3.75 mi. In other words, I burned 595 calories in 1 hour and went 3.75 miles. On the way home I remarked how I had not only jogged for 3 minute intervals, but pushed myself to run at a 5.5 for a minute.
That's when Pete unknowingly told me my day's lesson: It's not fun, it sometimes hurts, but you have to push yourself. I realized he's right. I spend my time on the treadmill thinking that I'm accomplishing a lot and pushing myself because I run or jog a few intervals. Yet when he said that I realized that I could certainly push myself harder. Much harder.
That minute at 5.5 was hard. But I did it. Now I wonder if I can do a minute at 6? I can jog 3 minutes at 4.1, but can I do more? I can run a minute and and half at a 5, but can I do 2 minutes? What I'm doing certainly hurts at times, but it doesn't leave me exhausted. It doesn't leave my legs shaky and knowing that they worked hard. I know, deep in my exercising soul, that I have been cheating myself lately. I need to push harder and see what happens. I need to do the random minute a t a 6, 7 or 8 to believe in myself and my ability to work hard.
I can't wait for the gym tonight.