I gave in. I gave up, I gave out.

To a degree anyway. My running was stagnating, I began to hate running here, it's just too damn hot. I began to dread running, then I began to stop running. I even had that feeling of "ugh, not again" on monday mornings when i had to run that same 3 mile track to defend my PFT title. I've been running that course every monday for 6 months, not including the times I ran it on my own randomly. I figure I ran that track about 40 times. I needed something new. So I switched to the treadmill. At first I felt somewhat ashamed, I hate the mill. Why stare at a TV when the world is right outside waiting to be discovered? why? Maybe because the asphalt is hot enough to melt my soles.

I've had 3 good runs on it though. I have to set the incline at at a few degrees, and my hand punches the stop button frequently, but I managed some good miles, more than if I'd gone outside probably.

Compromise is the name of the game I guess.