The Treadmill, The Blerch, and Me

With the weather turning colder and my schedule tighter than a stretched canvas I have resorted to running on the treadmill twice a week. I still get a nice road run in on Saturdays but the gym is between dropping off kid 2 and work so it's easier to stop in a have a quick run than go all the way home. This has caused some difficulty with my Blerch. If you are unfamiliar with the Blerch I shall direct you to The Oatmeal. Anyway, it is difficult to out run ones Blerch while on a treadmill. Mine spends the entire run sitting on top of the display saying things like:

"oh, isn't that enough? You must have burned off at least a whole cake by now!"

"That's far enough, I mean, most people didn't even go to the gym today." 

or the very tricky one, "you don't have time for this! You will be late for work!" 

He also encourages me to stop looking at the display as he knows it motivates me to go just a bit further/faster/longer. He tells me that I can stop at any time because I am on a treadmill so I don't have to turn around and go back. 

I have decided that this is why most people do not like the treadmill. It's not because it's boring, (let me tell you, looking at house after house or the same route day after day is just as bad) it's because you have to stare your Blerch in the face. You have to look right at it and say NO! I am going to stay on this human sized hamster wheel so I can get stronger. I don't care what you say I am going to finish and I am going to do MORE.