So there’s a treadmill in Workplace’s facility that I consider ‘mine’.  It’s the one I always run on.  The one where I can see the faint reflection of myself in the window across the room – proof that yes, it really is me running.  I wish the machines faced the mirrors so that I could watch my form as I run, not that I know what I’m looking for, but it might help the more I learn.

With the New Year and all the Resolutioners taking advantage of Workplace’s free facilities, I am feeling protective of my treadmill.  Am I a jerk? Probably.  Am I glad to see these people back there trying to reach whatever goals they may have?  You betcha.  For the last two weeks of December, the workout room was a ghost town.  I was the only one back there most of the time, and if I fell off the treadmill or had a heart attack, there was no way I could call for help and be heard.

But not this week.  This week the place is jumping, the bass is pumping, the hearts and feet are thumping and … I’ll stop now because my mind was going somewhere it shouldn’t.  But anyway, it’s not quite crowded, but the solitude isn’t there.  I hate to admit it, but it was kinda nice, just me and my thoughts, my feet pounding, feeling no self-consciousness when an awesome song shuffled by on the iPod and I threw a goat or if I realized how much I jiggle.  It reminded me of that part in that movie What Women Want with Mel Gibson and Helen Hunt when Gibson’s character wins the advertising account for Nike Women’s Division by making a commercial talking about the relationship with the road — “You don’t stand in front of a mirror before a run wondering what the road will think of your outfit. You don’t have to listen to its jokes and pretend they’re funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road doesn’t notice if you’re not wearing lipstick.  Does not care how old you are.  You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road.  And you can call on the road whenever you feel like it, whether it’s been a day… or even a couple of  hours since your last date.  The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in awhile.”  Such has been my relationship with the treadmill.  It doesn’t groan under my weight the way I would if 200+ pounds jumped on me.  It doesn’t mock me.  It doesn’t say hurtful things.  And so I have come to trust it to carry me through my workout.  I am a little hardpressed to share that with anyone.  I’ve developed a relationship with my treadmill.

However, these people back there now are people I know already, people with whom I work, people I mostly like.  They are people with whom I can connect over the fitness we are all trying to achieve.  They are another potential community I could get used to and come to respect and discuss goals with.  I don’t want to get too attached right now because of the nature of Resolutioners and their penchant for petering out after a few weeks.  But maybe some of them will stick.  Maybe one of them in the group would be someone who won’t care if I have lipstick on or if I look better than they do and I can let go of this unhealthy thing I have for my treadmill.

Workout Summary Dec 28-Jan 3:
ran 3.14 miles
calories burned 704
pace 15:83 minute mile.
pounds lost 2

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3 Responses to Territorial

  1. Kim says:

    You make me laugh. I always tell my family when I’m going out to run so if I collapse (or let’s face it, trip and knock myself out), they know to come find me eventually.

    You’ve inspired me to start running again. Yes, you did. Thanks.

  2. You are doing GREAT!! Putting my posts to shame. LOL!!

    Glad you’re here to write with me and run with me.

  3. Nexi says:

    Enjoyed your post. Must figure out how to assemble the new exercise bike.

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