I've been faithfully running since the end of July, which is a feat in this weather. I love running outdoors, especially where I live, and there's something so cathartic about passing through fields, by ponds, and stopping to pat a horse's nose on the way home. Watching the sun rise makes the early morning humidity worth it.
The problem is that I can't run outside as often as I'd like. Weather, sunrise time, and my husband's schedule often throw me off, and I miss a run. So, as much as I hate running on one, I bought a treadmill. I found one on Craig's List that gets great reviews from runners, bought it from the dent-and-scratch store nearby at about 1/3 of the retail price, and figured out how to get it through the doorway, no small feat.
Now you can find me in the early morning, running in the darkened room while watching "Cranford," which is an odd choice for running but works nonetheless, building up miles inside. It's not the same as patting the horse or watching the sunrise, but it's better than running on a curvy lane in the pre-dawn dark. I'll save my scenic runs for the weekends and be thankful in between for my new running partner, even if she does make me feel like a hamster in Nikes.