It was nearly dark when we arrived at the hotel this evening. Heavy rain at the start of the day put us a little behind and it was a lot of miles to cover anyway. So while we know places we could walk in this big city, we're definitely not heading there after dark.
I know, I thought, I'll go to the fitness center and walk on the treadmill.
That very practical solution is a rather daring one for me...I don't do treadmills. I know that from past gym memberships. Give me a stairclimber and I can step right out with the best of them, but the treadmill? Well, that's another story. I know, I know. It's a simple machine...you just walk in place. But there's something about that belt moving one way and the letters on the display moving another that makes me dizzy. My treadmill experience is limited to less than two minutes...and that would be less than a minute on each of the two previous occasions I've tried them. But hey...I'm motivated to get my miles in so treadmill, here I come!
So I started pretty slow, and I had to hold on for the first few minutes...not exactly the best walking posture. But it better and I gradually let go, and I found that if I stared hard enough at the television set I could ignore that belt going around under my feet. And I had to ignore the mental images from those "funny" home videos I've seen of people being flipped off the back of the treadmill when they couldn't keep up, too. I certainly didn't need to be a source of entertainment for my workout companions.
As my comfort level grew, I bravely pushed the button to up the speed. It wasn't as fast as I walk on the street but it was a decent speed. It was almost as hard adjusting to walking on the ground when it was over as it was getting used to the treadmill at the start. Kind of like when you've been on a boat for a while and have to regain your land-legs.
And when it was all done, I really kind of enjoyed it. I could walk and watch TV at the same time...what's not to like about that. Maybe with practice I could get over being treadmill impaired...as long as I don't look down at my feet. That belt thing, you know.