So anyway, I decided to go with option 3--run 3 on the dreadmill, and then 9 tomorrow. I drank my coffee, and Jerry got the kids ready for school. And for some reason, I thought to myself, "Katie, how AWESOME would you be if you could survive 9 miles on the dreadmill?! If you didn't die of boredom, think how great you would feel for conquering that mental barrier!" It was kind of appealing.
Oh yes, friends. Nine miles? No problem.
Jerry put on Halloween: H20 for me to occupy my mind, and I went slow (the only thing more torturous than running 9 on the dreadmill would be running 9 on the dreadmill FAST). I set it at 5.8 mph for the majority of the run, and then the last couple of miles I kept increasing the speed until it was at 6.8 (incline was at 1% the whole time).
Jerry took this picture of me at mile 5ish, showing how bored I was:
|A true treadMILF, no?|
|Look! My calories burned has a COMMA in it!!|
I can't believe I managed to do it, but I FINISHED the whole 9 miles on the dreadmill. I was seriously more proud of doing this than I was of running a half-marathon! I was so proud that I sent Renee a text that said, "I just ran 9 miles ON THE TREADMILL!" and you know what she wrote back?
"How ironic, I just ran 12 on the treadmill!"
Are you fucking kidding me?! BWAHAHA, I laughed hard when I read that. Here I was, feeling completely AWESOME for making it through 9 miles ON A TREADMILL, and Renee was kicking out 12--probably in the same amount of time I spent doing 9.
Jerry and I went to Sam's Club today while the kids were in school. I was STARVING after my long run, so we ended up stopping at Panera on the way home. Even though I felt like I could eat my own arm, I ordered chicken noodle soup, 1/2 an Asian Sesame Chicken salad, and a baguette portion. It was SO delicious. I was probably really embarrassing Jerry by the way I moaned every time I took a bite. I can't remember the last time I was that ravenous.
|After I had eaten half my salad, but that's what you get... I'm not a food blogger! I'd rather eat than take pretty pictures of my food.|
Finally, the Google search of the day:
|No... I'm certainly not!|
What's the farthest you've ever run (or walked) on a treadmill?