Compliment
(Note change in units to accommodate blog visitors from the British Royal Navy.)
I used the treadmill up at the community workout room this morning for my morning run. I prefer not to run on a treadmill because it's soooo monumentally boring. But today the temperature hovered in the single digits, the wind speed was about 20 knots, and all the streets and sidewalks were snow-covered from yesterday's snow. Today an indoor run had a certain appeal.
As I jogged along the woman on the treadmill beside me said, "You know you run very quietly."
What a great compliment especially as I weigh in at just a tad over 14 stone.
I've been in the workout room with people - some of them very petite women - who have absolutely no skill at running. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! as they jog on the treadmill. The crashing noise as their feet strike the tread is enough to drown out the TV. These folks can't be real runners; their feet and knees couldn't tolerate such pounding.
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Good for you for even exercising. We have a treadmill... in a currently inaccessible corner of the front bedroom hidden behind some of the furniture stashed to make room for painting.
Unfortunately, it wasn't being used much even when it was out in the open... One of these days...
I can't remember the last time I ran anything. Including my vacuum cleaner.
Despite all the hype, I have to admit that running is probably an acquired taste. To the uninitiated running outside probably looks boring. But I like it as time to think.
Tudy, I'm with you. My morning jogs are about the only things I run around here.
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