The Treadmill Nazi

Hey everybody, I realize that my blog posts have been a little bit sporadic. I guess it’s reflective of my real life. Since I came home from vacation in California I felt like I was still in vacation mode. I felt sluggish and didn’t feel like doing anything. I hadn’t worked out for days. You know what “they” say, sometimes you need a vacation from your vacation.  I missed the 7 mile group training session on Saturday. The last time when I walked the 6 miles in the freezing cold it took me almost 2 hours to unthaw.  I couldn’t see myself doing it again for 7 miles. It was just too cold.  By the time Sunday came around I was starting to feel bad that I had missed so many days of training.  I knew that today was the Martin Luther King holiday and I would have the day off work.  I had no excuse not to get to the gym. I was all dressed and ready to go and my Big Little sister just happened  to call and ask me to join her at the gym. I am so excited that she is working out!

However, I was in for a true surprise when I found out that she was indeed The Treadmill Nazi! I know back in the day everybody saw that episode of Seinfeld with The Soup Nazi; that was the first thing that popped in my mind. She actually made me run intervals over and over and over.  It seemed like every time I would catch my breath she’d say it was time to run again. I reminded her that I was training to walk the half marathon not run. She didn’t seem to care.  You know how tough a workout can be after you missed a few days and she made it that much harder. I gave her a hard time, but actually I’m so grateful that she was there to push me.  We did intervals on the treadmill for just over an hour.  It feels good to know that I am somewhat back on my training schedule.

 When I was in California I went to an Overeaters Anonymous meeting. The speaker for the meeting had lost over 100 pounds, and kept it off. He was so inspirational.  He used a car analogy that really stuck with me. He said that it’s like a journey from California to New York, if you get a flat tire in Chicago you don’t turn around and go back to California. You fix the flat tire and keep pressing towards New York.  I was starting to feel like I would have to start over because I missed a couple days of training until I thought about his analogy. Sometimes you get a flat in Chicago, or in my instance, at the 6 mile training mark, however you keep pressing through until you get home to the 13th mile.