love/hate relationship
with my treadmill, that is. I hate it with a passion - what does anyone think of for half an hour as they scurry along like a hamster in its wheel? I want to know. I listened to the Spin Doctors today - so that entertained me mildly, wondering what that band's been doing for the past ten years?? But at the same time, without my dratted treadmill, I'd never run when my kids were home, and now I can. Jude is coughing like an old man with emphysema, and I couldn't send him out in the cold, but he still naps at least. So Mama runs, gets her endorphins, and everyone's happier. If still just as fat.
What does *anyone* think about when they exercise? I generally go blank. It makes me happy.
And one last thought: where do you spit when you're running on the treadmill?
posted by BabelBabe @ 1:08 PM
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I hate my treadmill, and that makes me feel like a traitor. I used to LOVE it--until I started running outside.
I was just thinking that I might feel SLIGHTLY less awful about using the TM if it were in my basement. Val, are you up to the challenge of helping me get the thing down there? (I refuse to ask Carl for help, as he once commented that he "couldn't take care of me anymore". Um, whatever. Bastard.)
Anyway.
Sometimes I listen to books when I run, and that's great when the book is easy and compelling, like Harry Potter. Sometimes I listen to music I know really well--then I don't really hear it, but it comforts me and helps regulate pace and breathing. With music, I don't usually think about anything.
And I'm not much of a spitter.
I would be HAPPY to help you move your treadmill, and arguably, of more use than Carl anyway.
You don't spit? Are you going to tell me you never have to blow your nose when you run, either? Is it just me afflicted with bodily fluid emissions during exercise? Ick.
I don't think I'm cool enough to spit with enough finesse to keep from drooling down my chin. Ditto snot rockets--I just wipe my nose on my sleeve and sniff a lot.
Sometimes I listen to music that seems pretty incongruous with running, much like Robert Plant's (squeeze my lemon) moaning. Last week I listened over and over to my Buffalo Springfield "Retrospective" album. I have an affinity for Jack Black's rendition on "Let's Get it On" from the High Fidelity soundtrack. Prince is always good. There's nothing like hearing someone whisper, "You sexy motherfucka" while you're slogging along.
And I shouldn't even MENTION my love of 70s schlock, like "Brandy" and "The Night Chicago Died". Who's up for some "Wildfire"? Yes. While I run. (I just realize that I will likely be single forever.)
Mostly, though, I listen to BNL's "Gordon", one of the finest CDs ever produced. It's appropriate for just about anything.
Yes, Val, please help me move the TM. Anytime you're feeling butch. And yes, Suzanne, Carl sucks (in fact, I don't think it's unfair to say that's the reason we're no longer married). And yet I let him borrow my car this evening so he could go buy jumper cables for his dead-in-the-cold battery. Am I nice? Or just keeping score?
You can be both: )
My friend Liane once made me a kickass running tape of 70s disco type stuff, and labelled it The MILF Tape. I lost it in the move unfortunately. When I do listen to music, that was what I liked.
I have perfected the art of blowing my nose with a finger closing one nostril and blowing out the other. Gross but effective. I do find I am hesitant to do it if anyone is within viewing distance (and I do only do it when I run, otherwise I use Kleenex like any other civilized person.)
Can you remember what the MILF songs were?
the only one that sticks out is that one where they sing, "toot, toot, beep, beep..." do you know what I'm talking about?
Indeed I do! :-) I think we should reconstruct that. I'd like to be a MILF when I grow up, and I'll take any help I can get.
I'll email Liane and see if she can help me remember anymore. It was a kickass tape.
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