For all of you - trail enjoyers & those who love being outside (this does include me)- being on a treadmill is torture (even sometimes with the aid of a music player).
Last night I had the best time on the treadmill. I am not sure if it is the stress at work; reading born to run; or some kind of general epiphany about running in general. But, I really enjoyed myself. I practiced running on the balls of my feet, keeping my back straight and pumping my knees. I was singing and had the pace up high, and I kept moving and moving (well...). I squeezed out 5.3 miles. I know i have done longer, but the emphasis here is the enjoyment. It has been a while since I have enjoyed such a previously torturous activity. Are the gurus right? Can you choose happiness so easily even in the midst of such discomfort?