Putting a few exclamation points behind the Prophet’s words.
Treadmills are boring. Running on a treadmill is only slightly better than not running at all.
But sometimes the treadmill is my best or only option, because of inclement weather, family responsibility, or some other reason. This time of year when it is getting colder and darker outside I sometimes retreat to the basement to put a few more miles on my creaky old hamster wheel.
How does one occupy the mind during such a meaningless task as running nowhere? There are various tricks, almost all of which involve distracting yourself with some kind of audiovisual experience. I almost never listen to anything on headphones while running outside, but without music my treadmill workout would only last about 5 minutes.
A couple of weeks ago I went downstairs for a treadmill run after putting the youngest kids to bed for the night. I was listening to some pretty good swing jazz, an old Benny Goodman recording with a killer Gene Krupa drum solo, but within the first mile I was suddenly struck with the thought that I was wasting my time. Wasting my time?
“Yes,” says my conscience.
But I’m getting a good workout, and listening to some great music! These activities are of good report.
“You could do better. You should listen to Conference.”
Hmmmm. But I’m really enjoying this music.
“But Conference is better. And I will keep nagging you until you do it.”