He bought it right after we got married, amid my protests, ironically, because I was the only runner in the family at the time. He used it for a while and I gave it a half-hearted effort, but it never really caught on as anything besides a clothes hanger. After some period of guilt about being a treadmill-hating runner, I forgave myself, declared myself an only-outdoors runner and have been advocating against ours ever since.
Confession #2: I'm eating my words now. It's freezing, it's icy, and I'm pretty sure my already low productivity would have sunk to zero without the treadmill the past week. Even though I still really hate it, I've been climbing on that machine every day.
Confession #3: My idea of a treadmill workout is one in which the screen reads "1.01" when I'm finished. As in 1.01 miles. I absolutely know that 1 mile does not a workout constitute. I also absolutely know that I'm not going to go any further on the treadmill.
I can. not. wait. for the ice to melt and to hit the open road and run 3, 4, maybe even 5 miles. (Let's be realistic- it's not going to be anymore than that until I've been running a few weeks again.) But until then, 1.01 is going to have to cut it.
What about y'all? Treadmill, no treadmill? Do you hate it, love it, tolerate it? I'm in near-coastal North Carolina so I cannot imagine the dilemma of someone living, say, in Michigan. What do you do?!