Okay....maybe it's not so much a fear; more like a "want-to-avoid-at-all-measures" task.
But I did it.....after getting home from working the vball game tonight (9:00pm), I changed clothes into my running shorts and top; I laced up the shoes, and gave hubby a kiss. He asked what I thought I was doing??????!?!? Because he KNEW I avoid IT at all costs.......
my response back was indeed......"Running."
DH: "Running? Ummm......where?" (because it's DARKER outside than a murky basement during a power outage!)
And then..........I did it.
I swept the cobwebs off........plugged IT in.....survived a coughing spasm after blowing the dust off the counsel.....
Ran on the "DREADMILL!!!!!!!!!"
Okay, Okay.....so the "drama" here might be a bit much----but SERIOUSLY! I HATE the treadmill! And what is SO ironic.....when I started running back in 2002, I LIVED on the treadmill and HATED running outside. It is now the COMPLETE opposite!
It's SOOOO BORING!!!!!! And redundant!!!!! And hard to breathe inside!!!!!
However, 3 sweat-dripping miles later, I'm patting myself on the back and saying "Good job!"
And now......she'll probably start collecting dust again for another year before I finally break down, suck-it-up, and hit it again.
FYI: I'm looking forward to tomorrow night when I can hit the streets again during daylight :0)
It's FRIDAY tomorrow!!!! Whoooo-hooooo!