I hate running. I use a rowing machine several times a week, and used to use an elliptical. Way back in the mists of time I put quite a few miles on a stair stepper, but put me on a treadmill and I tap out after 5 minutes.
I think it’s because all of the machines I do use have a certain element of being like a ride. On an elliptical you’re up in the air, swinging around. On a rowing machine you’re sliding back and forth. On a treadmill there’s no disguising that you’re working hard to literally go nowhere.
I did take up jogging once, way back when I lived in farm country. Nothing puts you off a sport like limping back home after rolling your ankle while having the asparagus crews openly mock you.
Note from Missy: Rick-shaw. Heh.
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