Might as well come clean right from the start. I am a treadmill runner. When the time comes that you run more on one than off, it's time to 'fess up.
With a 5 month old and a 3 year old, long gone are the days when I can take a leisurely stretch, lace up my shoes and head out the door. No, these days I make a mad dash for the basement the minute both my girls are asleep and crank that puppy up to running speed.
Would I prefer to run outside? ABSOLUTELY! And whenever I can, especially when it comes to long runs, I do. But I have started to develop a good friend in my treadmill. I never get backed out on because of the weather. I don't have to worry about that creepy guy riding his bike back and forth in the same spot on the trail with that goofy grin that says I might just have a few screws loose. I rarely ever swallow a bug. I have never had to jump a dog leash because the dog owner seems to be oblivious to the fact that there are also actual live human beings using the trail. And the only car I've ever had to dodge was of the make and model pink disney princess. So the treadmill has it's pluses too. And in an often times chaotic household, there are days when I can almost hear that soft purr calling me. "I'm waiting for you. It's not nuts down here."
So even though I know that many of you runners out there loathe the treadmill and some in fact don't even consider it "real running," I'm a mom and I do what mom's do which is whatever it takes to get the job done. So say it with me now, I am a treadmill runner and I am ok. :)