The last time I tried to run on the treadmill, I weighed a pound shy of 29 stones. The last time I tried to run on the treadmill, I apparently also was trying to “run” at 3.72mph.
Last night (Monday night, not Tuesday night; if you look at the timestamp, I understand it’s Wednesday morning now, but hush, y’all. If you’re in the USA, it’s still Tuesday night.) when I was on the treadmill doing my warmup, I was at 3mph.
When I started this whole thing last year, I’m pretty sure I thought 2.5mph was too fast; 2mph was fine, etc.
Now, 3mph is a sort of… it’s brisk-ish, verging on “too slow to jog, too fast to walk slow” kind of a thing, but when I go beyond that, I can really feel the treadmill running away from me.
Last night, I hopped onto the sides of the treadmill at about 5 minutes, and I looked down at it going ever so fast (or so it seems). And I bumped the speed up to 4mph.
Now, to runners, 4mph is a slow walk, I’m sure. A jog at best.
I’m pretty sure that’s the speed they tell people who are going to do the MoonWalk (my closest would be in Edinburgh; I may take part in 2013!) to walk at.
When I hopped onto the treadmill that was going at 4mph, I did a weird little knees-up running thing and then settled into a groove of lovely long strides.
For one whole minute.
I ran (a loose definition of the term, I understand, but I still weigh in the mid-300s) on the treadmill for one whole minute.
Now, don’t get me wrong:
I’m still unfit as all hell.
I was out of breath.
My sciatica flared up and I got shooting pains down my leg and my hip hurt like hell.
I’m pretty sure my overhanging belly was flapping against my upper thighs the entire time (apologies to the guy on the treadmill beside me!).
But I, Tracy Elanor Webster, currently mid-300lbs, jogged/ran on the treadmill at 4mph for one whole minute.
Before I decided I was gonna die, and pulled it back to 3mph for the rest of the warm-up.
I told you, back when I hit 350lbs. It’s all uncharted territory from here-on down. Fatso runs on treadmills, loses weight.
I knew something was different this time, when I decided to lose weight. Not just in the diet thing and the exercise thing, but in my willingness to try stuff like that.
I ran on a friggin’ treadmill.
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