Running nowhere

I hate treadmills. I much prefer to run outside where I can breathe fresh air, see new sights, run books to the library book-drop, watch the sun rise, chatter with fellow runners. But I hate not running more than I hate treadmill running, so I finally bought a treadmill. In my search for the perfect treadmill, I came across "treadmill desks" (pictured above). I laughed when I saw that picture, then showed Scott and laughed some more. I searched for something durable (it has to get me through the first year of residency) and reliable, with a good manufacturer's warranty in case I run it into the ground...And here she is, as beautiful as a treadmill can be. She will be here on Monday. I've already picked a corner in my living room and hung a Boston Marathon poster to stare at.