|I swear I was actually running, not walking.|
Since I might actually run on the treadmill more often now, I set the incline at 1.0 since that's supposed to be the minimum where no one can accuse you of cheating. We also set up a double layer of mats underneath it, and Eric said he couldn't feel the vibrations at all even when he was right next to me taking pictures (as opposed to before we had them when the whole freaking place was shaking).
So that's good since it means:
1. I can run in the morning without being that neighbor that everyone hates.
2. I'm not a fatty who will knock things off the walls with my running impact.
I returned to my handy dandy training plan and did yesterday's workout, 5 miles with 2 at marathon pace. The treadmill only tells me speeds in mph, so I did the 2 miles at 7.0, which turned out to be an 8:34 pace, so a little too fast, but whatev.
Unlike a normal snowday, I was actually able to be ever so slightly productive. I worked on grad work for most of the morning. I made Eric take a picture to prove it.
|And here it is.|
What would you do if you got a snow day tomorrow (aka no work or leaving the house, whatever your job may be, it's imaginary, ok)?