To be precise, run 2 of week 2 of ju-ju-'s 10 is the Magic number 10k plan. This is my second 6k ever. I have posted today's run (on the left) and the last 6k run, a month ago, (on the right) for comparison, one done outside, one on the treadmill. You can see the outside one was faster and took less time, even though it was a little bit further. I have to set the treadmill at only 6k or slower to stop myself falling off the end or over the sides, as it's very small. The one advantage in that is my cadence is higher as i have to take veeeery small steps.
To begin with, I thought I would play some music through my iPad to stave off boredom, so I chose a running music list from youtube.. That was the first mistake. I had already started the machine and launched into the session with my Garmin clocking when I realised the volume was way too high. Consequently my ears were blasted with ghastly, tinny musack interspersed with jolly commentary. I really didn't want to go through the rigmarole of stopping treadmill and watch to turn the volume down, so I was stuck with it. Add to that the fact that the treadmill seems to have become a lot noisier, and my torture was boosted by several degrees.
Then there were the gremlins. First they told me not to bother to run today. Then they suggested putting it off till later. then they said i would be mad to run the whole 6k when 3 would do.
I was knackered at 1k, I was knackered at 2k, I was knackered at 3k. At 4k I summoned Michael Johnson from the depths of my subconscious memory. You can do this, you can really do this he crooned. No you can't, chanted the gremlins, just do 3k and wait for better weather. By now you must be feeling tired, cooed Mr Johnson (understatement, Michael old bean, I'm about to collapse), but keep going. So I did, while watching the snow steadily fall, listening to the horrible musack, and clocking up the Ks one metre at a time.
That has to be the most hideously boring hour ever, though the gremlins proved to be endlessly entertaining with their inventiveness: they never gave up right till the last minute of the run, chanting in chorus, you can stop now, every time I managed another kilometre. But really, by the time I had done 5k, it seemed silly not to keep going. I just kept alternating the speed from 5-6k and back, while trying not to look how far I had run till the end of each track. I was dripping sweat, my hair was wet with it (I barely sweat when i run outside) and the pounding of the treadmill belt drove me bonkers.
Now for my Badedas bath, though I totally stink, so if the man on the horse is around, he will turn round and head for the hills at the first whiff of my malodorous clothes...