The treadmill is a necessary friend. This morning I woke up late, perhaps still feeling the Sunday long run and the hectic start to the work week.
Late to go to track or Nehru Park but good enough to jump on the machine. As I always say to myself – I am lucky enough to have one. But sometimes telling oneself about luck and feeling it can be different things and both at the same time.
But today, the treadmill felt easy. I felt light and played with the incline and speed every few minutes.
Spotify in my ear and I was well on my way to the easy hour finish. A quick core workout later, the morning was wrapped up.
Writing about Running 