So I met the other teacher on Tuesday morning and walked over to the gym (which actually turned into a pretty far walk itself. I almost just told him I could do this walk back and forth between my apartment and gym and call it a workout.) But once I got to the door, I knew I couldn't say this.
The gym was nice and pretty empty. Most people were on the treadmills. Nobody was squatting 250 pound weights and yelling into the mirror. My kind of gym. People weren't really worried about muscles but instead, needed to run off their escapades from the previous weekend.
I got on a machine and began running at a speed of 5. For about 11 minutes I thought I was running at 5 miles/hour but was actually running at 5 km/hr. Much slower pace. I pushed the button until I was up to 9. (Still pretty slow, although I had no idea). I looked at how far I'd run and it said 1600 meters. I had no idea how to convert meters to miles but felt confident that 1600 was a pretty high number in any measurement system. Should be good.
By the end I had run about 28 minutes and about 4000 meters. Very high time for me. I'm usually breathless at the end of 19 minutes. But I had been running outside the week before and felt that maybe I had bounced my body into shape with those two 20 minute runs out in the Chuncheon sunshine. Yeah.
So once I got home, I googled how far in miles 4,000 meters was. Turns out I ran less than 2.5 miles...in about 30 minutes. That's a 12 minute mile. Feeling like Donkey lips from Salute Your Shorts. Slow and miserable.
So, I will know for next time. Actually, for tomorrow. If I'm able to get up for the 10:15 alarm. Also, I saw these huge spiders hanging from the windows right outside the gym. Could see them while I was running on the treadmill. I like to think they were what distracted me from figuring out the metric conversions in my head, but probably not. Probably about the size of my fist.
Might need to buy a gun just in case one of these monsters gets in to my apartment.
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