She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not: Kristen vs. the Treadmill
All of this week, each FBG is focusing in on one aspect of working out and sharing what she loves and doesn’t love so much about it in this special “She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not” series as part of Love Yo’Self Week. Enjoy!
I know we have a fairly complicated relationship. We’ve had our good times, but I think we’ve both said some things we don’t mean. I don’t believe for a second that you actually meant to tell me that my speedy sprint didn’t even break 8 mph. And so, I’m going to use a tried-and-true method to sort out my feelings for you—she loves me, she loves me not.
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not: Treadmill Pros and Cons
She loves me: I love how you make all my stats super visible and easy to read.
She loves me not: I hate that I run and run and never get anywhere.
She loves me: I love the people watching.
She loves me not: I hate that the guy who just hopped on the treadmill next to me doesn’t believe in deodorant.
She loves me: I love being able to force myself to go faster with the touch of a button.
She loves me not: I hate that it’s easy to go slower with the touch of a button.
She loves me: I love having the ladies room and water fountain so handy.
She loves me not: I hate how easy it is for people to come up and try to chat with me. I can’t bust my ass and talk at the same time!
She loves me: I love the training games I can play using your buttons—I can run a certain speed for a very specific amount of time, and then drop a tenth of a mile per hour every 10 seconds. It’s so easy, and it keeps my pattern-loving brain occupied.
She loves me not: I hate that you won’t let me B.S. at all. Not on my time, not on my distance, not on my speed. Jerk.
She loves me: I love that you let me set goals. And also, that you give me props when I meet them. That’s cool.
She loves me not: I hate how I feel when I step off, like I’m walking fast but not really moving and also might fall over.
She loves me: I love that you’re always there. I can count on you when it’s dark, cold or rainy. I know you won’t let me down when I’m coming off an injury and don’t want to get too far away from my starting point. You’re at hotels when I travel and end up in sketchy neighborhoods, and for that, I’m grateful.
Okay, it’s true. I really do love you.
What’s your relationship like with the treadmill? What do you love and not love about it? —Kristen