When exercising (99 percent of the time that means running a couple of miles), I prefer to be distracted. Otherwise, I will talk myself right out of getting a good workout. This probably isn't surprising to you, but I am easily distracted. I either listen to a wide variety of cheesy pop tunes or (if down in my basement) I will watch life enhancing television like Real Housewives of Orange County. I get so caught up in either singing along with the Bee Gees or watching Gretchen, Tamara, and Vickie bicker on Housewives, that my thirty minute run zips by very quickly.
What can I say? Sometimes it is awesome to be me.
For the past couple of months, I've taken (almost exclusively) to running outside. I still listen to my cheesy pop tunes and I really dig watching the scenery go by. Although running outside isn't without it's down side (like dead animal carcases and vultures circling over head), I find it enjoyable and on par with watching Real Housewives.
Since I live in the country, there is little to no traffic on the roads in which I run. Seriously. During a thirty minute run I might encounter four cars. The odds of me seeing a coyote are as good as me seeing a Buick. Really. I looked it up.
No, not really. But it sounded good.
