And then I bought rain pants.

distance:7 miles, indoors
total program distance: 63.5 miles
pain level: naught
I woke up on Saturday to pouring, pouring rain. Portland rain is usually relatively mild and friendly but this was angry rain. I couldn’t face the thought of being out in it for more than an hour. So I did it again: I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill. It was better. But I'm still not a convert.
I did a longer, more thorough warm-up and I did not feel any pain while running. But I was completely BORED OUT OF MY MIND. The treadmill that I was on had a broken head-phone jack, so I couldn’t watch the college football game or Spanglish (on second thought, maybe that's a good thing), and when I wear my iPod on the deathmill I feel like it's in the way of my arms, so no music. If there was music playing at the gym it was too quiet to hear. It was quite warm. So I was running, staring at a heating duct across the gym, sweating, for about 95 minutes (taking into account warm-up and cool-down). I started doubting myself: how can I run a marathon if I can't even get through 7 miles on the treadmill? I was questioning my commitment and my abilities. It was not good. But after about 4 miles I got in a groove and stopped thinking so damn much.
On the plus side, I felt tired by the end but very comfortable. In the middle of the run I entered a weird zone where I was moving but I didn't feel like I was doing anything. My body was just going along on its own. Actually it was kind of amazing how great my legs felt (although I was still glad to stop). And I have to admit it felt really, really good to have all these people around me get on, run for a few minutes, and get off while I was still going strong. In addition, now when someone says "It was as dull as watching paint dry" I can counter with "Was it as boring as being on a treadmill for an hour and a half with no music and nothing to do but look at but the ceiling?"