Indoor Tracks vs. Dreadmills

I think that both are equally spawned by Satan. I slept fitfully last night, at best, and was unable to roll my butt out of bed at 5:45 this morning to run my 3.5 miles on my own. So, I decided that I would go by the gym after work and run it on the indoor track. It would allow me to have the mileage I needed for the day and yet I would not have to contend with the near-100 degree and high humidity. See, it sounds like a great idea, doesn't it? So, after a busy day at work, I changed into my Mizunos and headed to the gym, pumped up about my brillant idea. Unfortunately, this looks much better on paper (okay, computer screen) than it actually was. At least if I had been on the dreadmill, I may have been able to watch mind-numbing television. Instead, I now know what my hamster felt like as he ran around his wheel. I think that he and I probably had the same amount of progress in this overtly mundane task. Give me the road... asphalt, broken sidewalks, traffic, and the smell of exhaust. Give me the sound of feet hitting the pavement over and over again. Give me the hills. Just give me something other than a round circle over and over again. At least during intervals, I am trying to speed up and there is a purpose. So, in summary, why anyone would subject themselves to an indoor track is beyond me. But, if you can manage to put in the miles on the circle of death, more power to you!