Sigh. While everyone else was rejoicing for the extra hour of sleep they got on Saturday night (I’m at that age where no one parties, or if they do, they are in bed by midnight), I was lamenting the inevitable.
I can’t decide what is worse.
- Running on the dreadmill at the gym.
- Running outside in the dark and cold and wind with drivers who aren’t looking out for runners. Only to come home to comments from my mother about how she worries about me when I’m running. (I’m pretty sure she worries when I run during the day, and just worries more at night.)
Edited to add: I forgot option 3 – running on the indoor track at the gym. It’s a half step-up from the treadmill. At least I’m moving forward and my scenery is changing. It’s 1/8 mile though so my scenery only changes for a minute or so.
Also … woe is me, I have to actually use the membership I pay for at my super nice gym. MY LIFE IS SO HARD, amirite?