Here's to the road that brings me nowhere fast. Well, not that fast. It takes twice the work to run half the pace on a treadmill but at least it gets me running here in the wilds of Connemara on those evenings when it is too dark or wild to go outside. I did a few miles today, just to keep me ticking over. Paid nearly a grand for a treadmill when I moved out here, and though it is truly a boring way to run I would like to raise a drink to the humble treadmill (a lemonade that is...). It may have no hills, no scenery, no fresh air and no spring in its' step but the treadmill is a friend to us country bumpkins with lightless roads.... Hurrah for rubbery roads.
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