Sleeping with the Enemy...

Well, not exactly sleeping with it, but thanks to Bob and his pending move to VA, on Saturday the Enemy arrived (with a little muscle) in our basement.

First things first, we had to ask beg the kids to clean a space up in the basement for it to fit... and to make a path to get it in its space. The mirror was always there. I guess the previous owners had a gym set there or something, so naturally, this became the spot for the Enemy. Right in front of the cedar closets. It is okay because the one is stuffed full of Christmas decorations (which means there is not reason to open it on a regular basis). The other one does have some of the kids toys in there, but thankfully the way the Enemy fit, it left one door available to be opened. And thus... the Enemy has found a new home.

The Enemy is nice. It was one of those expensive ones and Bob has taken EXCELLENT care of it. For the record, I would have never purchased a treadmill for our home. I would rather give birth without an epidural and in all seriousness, run outside in 25 degree temps in my running skirt. But I COULD NOT pass up this offer. And since we have a treadmill, the gym membership will end... very soon!

Today we had a Snow Day, but we never had snow. It was ICE, and frankly a 2 hour delay would have done the trick - I do feel sorry for the dude that has to make those calls but I accepted it. With my plans all shot, I decided that I would... reluctantly test the Enemy. In fact, I decided that today was the day to do a "brick".

I turned on MTV's Made (classically trained pianist wanted to be a rock start) and hopped on the trainer. Since I do not have a bike computer yet, I have no idea how far I pedaled. After 20 minutes, I hopped off, removed my bike shoes, put on my running shoes and headed to the basement to test drive the Enemy. 

Kiera snapped this picture of me running. I think this was after mile 1. I was pretty hot, something that I haven't been in a while. (I never realized how much the skirt flips up in the back. I guess this is a tease... and gives the term "skirt chaser" a WHOLE new meaning to me). I am NOT sure why my fists are clinched. Maybe I was angry or something?

It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The miles did seem to drag on, but I could force myself to go faster by increasing the speed. I could listen to my music, actually, I had too because the kids each had a play date over and were not exactly playing quietly. Brock decided to dress up in his Hulk costume and chance the girls into a corner. I never knew that the Hulk carried a light saber, but apparently he does in our house.

The kids kept coming in an out of the basement and I kept running, listening to my music. They actually never bothered me. I did ask them to play nicely, once, but overall, it was a good run.

When I finished, I felt good. Tired. And I really did not notice a twinge in my legs going from the bike to the mill. I think I was slightly distracted by using the Enemy, but the Enemy turned out to be okay. I doubt that I will ever pile on miles that those of you in blog world do... but in the end I ran 3 miles. I might have to give the Mill a new name besides the Enemy.... one day.