Let me give it to you straight: treadmills and I have never been very good friends.
I tried, oh, how I tried, but we rarely had a good day together. I made up excuses as for why I’d rather do anything else when working out indoors. Maybe it was my shoes that were the problem. No, it was that noise it made that drowned out the television and I was watching the news… yeah, that’s it. Weaving back and forth over the center line like I’d had too many, the treadmill and I always seemed to clash, so after a while, I tried to forget about it and move on with my life.
Oh treadmills everywhere, I am so sorry I blamed you. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. Gait analysis tells me I was over-striding, that my knee and treadmill issues alike stemmed from the same place (plus lazy glutes.) It was me all along that was the problem — me!
Fast forward a few years. Perhaps something about my body mechanics has changed postpartum, but I find many of the teachings of my physical therapist finally clicking these days. Shorter stride, greater turnover, tucked under pelvis, core engaged. Even the things that aren’t quite clicking yet are finally making sense and are beginning to be something I toy with when things are feeling fluid, trying them on for size. Relaxed shoulders, unclenched hands, kick; let the ground feel like it’s flying under you, like you’re falling forward, drive the knee, chest up.
When the most recent Run Local Social Club opportunity came up, my interest was peaked. Held at Thoroughbred Treadmill Studio in Mill Valley, CA, the event was to be 45 minute class — like a spin class, except for runners. They were trading in spin bikes for treadmills, but not just any treadmills, they were ones I had heard far too many things about and was ever so eager to try for myself — Woodway Treadmills. Continue reading