i hate to say it, buts its a treadmill day

Running on a treadmill sucks even more when it's hot outside. It doesn't matter how high you have the air going, you'll still sweat like a pig on the treadmill and you won't have the wind to dry you off.

dude rhode island? it cant be but so hot 90 maybe and a little humid? try living in the south where its 100 and super humid all summer

Be happy that you're not living in the South.

Man, you are an f'in pussy. Get out and run. Running is about havin balls, you got suffer a bit to progress.

Now i know why the times in New England road races have become so mediocre.

puss eee wrote:

Man, you are an f'in pussy. Get out and run. Running is about havin balls.

And here I thought running was about winning. Now i know why the times in America have become so mediocre.

I live in Virginia - and I ran last evening, and before doing so thought seriously about whether I should have tried the treadmill. I "enjoyed' the run, but only because I doggedly stuck to the simplistic goal of keeping my heart rate low and staying super relaxed - which of course I can do because I am a just a guy in my 40's running 45 miles a week to be fit. If I had any real training pressures, however, in terms of intensity or speed, running indoors would have been a better choice in this weather. Reminds me of the Duncan McDonald vignetter where he got his daily run in around 20 free minutes he had the airport - you take what the day and circumstances give you.

Well, one advantage of the TM is no damn deer flies! I get a full body workout just swatting the damn things this time of year. I killed three on me this morning in the last mile alone. Little bastards...

I agree with the sentiments of above posters. You are an abnormally large snatch.

Running is about havin balls

No, walking is about having balls. What are you, unamerican?

A son takes his Italian immigrant father to his first baseball game. It happens that it's Old Timer's Day at Yankee stadium and all the baseball greats are there. The son escorts his father to box seats right on the third base line and seats him with beer and a Yankees cap.

The first batter up is Mickey Mantle. On the second pitch he swings that bat and CRACK! The ball ricochets off the wall for a double. The crowd goes crazy and the father stands up and yells, "Runna Mickey! Runna Mickey!"

The next batter up is Joe DiMaggio. The pitcher, pitching him carefully, works him to a 3-2 count and just misses the outside corner. "Ball four!" yells the umpire and Joe tosses his bat aside and begins to walk to first base.

The father yells out, "Runna Joe! Runna Joe!"

"No, no, Pop," corrects his son. "He got four balls. He walks."

And the old man clenches his fist and says solemnly, "Walka proud Joe. Walka proud."

Tstorms in my area, so gonna have to fire up the treadmill.

damn deer flies...

I can handle any heat, but I hate creatures feeding on my blood. A treadmill is still too boring so I'll run, cuss, and swat.

Tom

Students this clearly shows that one can get vaginitis in every season of the year. It seems more prevalent when it is above 80F and below 40F, or when there is wind, rain, snow, T-storms....blah blah blah. However some individuals are more prone than others in suffering from vaginitis on a regular basis.