This afternoon, I again made a date with the treadmill at the campus gym, and again, I set myself a new post-Caleb PR. 3 miles in 29:15! At that pace, right now, I may as well be the Millennium Falcon set on Light Speed!
Still, I feel duplicitous about the treadmill:
On the one hand: Unbelievable boredom. It's so tough, mentally, to run but not go anywhere. Add to that the fact that I have nothing to look at but the monitor, and I find that 3 miles seems to go awfully slow when I'm watching those miles clip by .1 at a time.
On the other hand, physically, I find it so much easier to run on a treadmill. I spend most of the time fiddling with the speed, and the beauty (or agony, depending on how you look at it) of the treadmill is that you HAVE to go that speed. It's a run-or-fly-off-the-machine situation. So, it just makes me RUN. Plus, it helps that it's about 20 degrees cooler in the gym than it is outside, and that counts for a lot.
Tentatively, I'm planning to utilize the treadmill about twice a week, so perhaps I will just count those runs as "speed work" (I put that in quotes because true speed work seems planned -- using lots of numbers and an abacus, I assume; my version of speed work is just treadmill-style fartleks) since I'm no where close to those same digits in the outside world!