The winter weather this season has been relentless in providing many challenges to get myself prepared for a trail marathon. Well, to say the least, the past two days have been ridiculously cold forcing me inside once again to embark on a couple of dreadmill adventures. Yeah for me! (add sarcasm here) Anyways, I trudged on into the YMCA with a fistful of motivation determined to maintain my regime. After plugging my earbuds into the side of my skull (for sanity purposes) I confidently fired up the ole dreadmill and started running into the land of nowhere. In an effort to simulate an actual run I continuously manipulated the incline and pace controls to various degrees and levels; up, down, fast, slow, mile after mile I went. People came and went in my temporary world of nowhere as song after song played their motivational melodies into the side of my head. After nearly an hour on the ole dreadmill something suddenly felt funny under my feet. I initially didn't really think much about it and oddly considered the peculiar feel under my feet as a simulated trail condition (as if). It wasn't long before I began to notice a peculiar smell coming from beneath my feet, but in my macho determination I still pressed on. By now excessive sweat was accumulating around my brow so I wasn't too sure if I was really detecting a small plume of smoke below my feet (boy, I was really burning it up!). Well, it was at this point when my mathematical skills kicked in and I quickly determined that 1+1+1= turn this contraption off. Sure enough, when I dismounted the belt was strangely twisted and the motor was resting in peace. The woman on the dreadmill next to me looked in amazement proclaiming in astonishment that I had literally worn the thing out. I stood there a little stunned at first before smiling in agreement with her, that yes, I did wear out the ole dreadmill out! What else could I say? Guess I'll just chalk this up to yet another wonderful experience on my journey to the trail marathon.