So, on Tuesday morning I woke up in the Camino Real Hotel in Juarez, Mexico. Very nice room and the bed was soft and comfy. It was pretty early I thought when I went downstairs to run on the dreaded treadmill. Not early enough, I soon learned as I got downstairs and saw that the only two treadmills in the entire hotel, probably 200-300 rooms, were occupied by some other Americans walking at about 2 miles an hour. The unadulterated nerve. Selfish Americans. Hang-on, that's me.
Well, I decided that I was not going to blow the perfect opportunity to run simply because Plan A was a bust. There's more than one way to skin a cat, ain't no two monkeys going to stop this show. "I'll just run outside", I said cleverly to myself. How bad can it be? I've got my Garmin 305 and my Oakley Thump Pro shades fully loaded with music. So, I hit the street. I was surprised that my Garmin actually located a satellite. I'm not sure how those things work, do they fly all over the world or what? However, there are clearly more floating around over the U.S. than there are over Mexico. My Garmin lost the satellite at about 2 miles into the run. No matter though, I was choking to death by the time I hit the two mile mark anyway so I decided to only do about another two miles.
There are clearly no emissions requirements in that country. Not only was I dodging early morning people going to work staring at me because they've never seen a runner before, but the pollution, OMG the pollution. When I finally circled back to the hotel I concluded it best to stay inside at all cost the next day.
Wednesday I woke up went downstairs by 5:40 am and still there were two lofty Americans walking on the blooming treadmill again. I mean they could mall walk for crying out loud. So, I waited for a short 20 minutes when one of them finally jumped off, leaving his sweat on the HR monitor bars. I ran that dang machine hard for about 50 minutes. Sporting my Oakley shades the entire time to avoid the boredom of running in place like some poor, stupid hamster. BTW - really who's dumber, a hamster running on a wheel thinking he'll eventually get to wherever he's going, or me running in one place all the time knowing I'm going nowhere and never will but, still I run anyway?
Who am I fooling? The sensation of running is just too good, even if you have to run in one place for 50 minutes or so. I still say treadmills are for hamsters. Now I'm back home so back to the street (where I'm just running in a great big circle) I go.
Well, I decided that I was not going to blow the perfect opportunity to run simply because Plan A was a bust. There's more than one way to skin a cat, ain't no two monkeys going to stop this show. "I'll just run outside", I said cleverly to myself. How bad can it be? I've got my Garmin 305 and my Oakley Thump Pro shades fully loaded with music. So, I hit the street. I was surprised that my Garmin actually located a satellite. I'm not sure how those things work, do they fly all over the world or what? However, there are clearly more floating around over the U.S. than there are over Mexico. My Garmin lost the satellite at about 2 miles into the run. No matter though, I was choking to death by the time I hit the two mile mark anyway so I decided to only do about another two miles.
There are clearly no emissions requirements in that country. Not only was I dodging early morning people going to work staring at me because they've never seen a runner before, but the pollution, OMG the pollution. When I finally circled back to the hotel I concluded it best to stay inside at all cost the next day.
Wednesday I woke up went downstairs by 5:40 am and still there were two lofty Americans walking on the blooming treadmill again. I mean they could mall walk for crying out loud. So, I waited for a short 20 minutes when one of them finally jumped off, leaving his sweat on the HR monitor bars. I ran that dang machine hard for about 50 minutes. Sporting my Oakley shades the entire time to avoid the boredom of running in place like some poor, stupid hamster. BTW - really who's dumber, a hamster running on a wheel thinking he'll eventually get to wherever he's going, or me running in one place all the time knowing I'm going nowhere and never will but, still I run anyway?
Who am I fooling? The sensation of running is just too good, even if you have to run in one place for 50 minutes or so. I still say treadmills are for hamsters. Now I'm back home so back to the street (where I'm just running in a great big circle) I go.
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Neither sleet or rain,hail or heat, yada yada yada - I'm not a "postman, I'll take a/c inside, while I get my heart beating for a good 45-60 minutes anyday. Hats off to you! I'm not a long distance runner? I'm not a "runner" at all, but gotta go somewhere! :-) ~gm
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