new habits

Ahh, what a serene picture. If only running was really like this for me. Reality is, I am on a treadmill at the gym, drenched in stinky sweat, no doubt with a major wedgie, my bangs are glued to the front of my face, and I am exercising about 12 inches away from an overweight man who is also sweating profusely. HOWEVER...I surprisingly find this new habit quite addicting.

I write this post because in the past couple of months I have been deeply motivated to get my run on by a few of my gal pals (you know who you are ladies :). I was stuck on the elliptical machine for the past year, but now I have broadened my horizons! My secret: I am food-motivated. If the treadmill TV is set to the Food Network, it's like I am in a zone, and all of the pain is taken away. Magical. :) Also what keeps me going is picturing that glass of wine I will enjoy when I get home! We'll see how long this new habit lasts.