Treadmills are not my favorite...

I decided to take my knees back out for a spin today after my semi-spectacular fail on Tuesday. But since my weather app said "Feels like 9 degrees" and we're deep into inversion season around here, I felt like it might be better for both my lungs and my knees to try out the treadmill at the rec center again.

Last time I made it 3 miles before I wanted to kill myself from boredom - today I wanted to do at least 4 assuming my knee was cooperating. I got to the rec center only to see the parking lot overflowing with cars. I forgot about all the new year's resolution crowd. Ugh. I almost turned around right there, but figured I was already there so I should just go ahead and get it done.

Fortunately, when I got upstairs to the treadmills, there were still several open ones. I hopped on and began the drudgery that is running in place for 40 minutes. I think I made it all of 1 mile before I started looking longingly out the window. I saw a guy running up and down the street outside and it just made me wish I was out there. I did finish my 4 miles though, so I can chalk up 4 miles as my longest run on the treadmill. I have no desire to do anything longer!

The hardest part of running on the treadmill for me is having my time and distance smack dab in front of my eyes the whole time. That and not having any change in scenery. The good part of the whole ordeal was that my knee mostly cooperated. I only had a mild pain instead of the searing one that makes me limp. Hopefully that means that I'm slowly getting my IT band issues worked out.

Tonight we also took Kenna to her district Reflections contest. She made it past the school level so she was able to move up to this one. Her entry was a really cute comic book that she wrote and drew. They called her name for an honorable mention, so she received a medal, but because of some confusion in the way they explained things, she thought that she had moved on to the next round. Her friend that was there with her broke it to her before I could and it results in one very disappointed little girl. It breaks my heart that she can't see how great of a job she did! She even said that she couldn't be proud of herself because she didn't get to move on. It is moments like this where I really wish she could see how amazing and talented she is.

We talked for quite a while about it...and I think things are better. But it just hurts to see her hurting. How could you not be proud of this cutie pie!