Treadmills are not an easy alternative

Even though I had only set the tip of my shoe on the rubber treadmill belt, I was already bored. I'm impressed by how far technology has come with treadmills, but that doesn't seem to dazzle me enough to stay on one for longer than a few minutes. Can anyone say hamster in a wheel?

Today it was dreadfully cold, and I had thought, for health reasons, I should run indoors; a decision that has put a hitch in my completed training plan. 18 minutes into the treadmill exercise, I was already more than ready to do something else. On the training plan, Tuesdays are hill running and sadly, that became18 minutes on a treadmill and 10 minutes on a stair stepping machine. I figured the imaginary stair stepping would better simulate hill inclines. Then I got bored.

When I was little, my neighbor had an early model treadmill that only moved when you started walking; no electricity needed. I thought it was the neatest thing. I wanted desperately to walk on it, just for a minute. Now I'm lucky if I last that long. These days, the longest I've been on a treadmills without repeated eye-rolling was 30 minutes.
So where does the fuel come from for my hatred? Fatigue had replaced eagerness by the time I got to the machine. Quite simply, I'd rather be somewhere else. That thought becomes a seed that sprouts into a weed in my head and soon enough I'm home giving Pickles a hug...Not really sure what else deters me. I guess I just need to be a good mood before I tackle a run on one of things, else I'm done for.

If only the childlike wonderment I had for the ancient treadmill would last me 45 minutes as an adult.