The longest I’ve ever survived on a treadmill was 2 miles, and that was a one‑time miracle. I swear treadmills are a different sport entirely. They don’t feel like running; they feel like being a hamster who made questionable life choices.
Some people love treadmills, and honestly, good for them. Maybe they enjoy the steady pace, the climate control, or the fact that the machine won’t judge them for watching trash TV while jogging. Others (hi, it’s me) can’t stand the monotony, the weird air, or the feeling that time slows down to a crawl the moment you press “Start.”