Daylight Savings Time aka I loathe the treadmill

The forty-minute mile – okay not really but it seems like it on the treadmill

Eating, not running, gained 3 pounds.  Darn!  Hit it.  Along with an abundance of children’s activities than came daylight saving time.  By the time I get home it’s almost dark.   I don’t run in the dark.  Scary.  So, I hit the treadmill.  I dislike the treadmill greatly.  Our treadmill is in the basement facing an old TV that doesn’t work.  There are old toys and what appears to be trash from my son skateboarding down there.  I listen to my iPod so that helps.  Favorite songs of the night – Tie a Yellow Ribbon ‘Round the Old Oak Tree and Leader of the Pack. (I know but it made me happy).  There is no breeze in the basement and no view except a stapled up sign to the drywall of  “It’s A Boy!” from when our son was born.  I have looked at the damn sailboat for many miles.   I totally don’t get it but I go slower on the treadmill even though it seems like a run faster and it takes a lot longer to get to three miles.  I mean I know it doesn’t but holy heck it sure seems like it.  This weekend – it’s going to be beautiful.  I can’t wait to get outside for a run or two and enjoy the weather.