Jen vs Treadmill

I'll make this short and sweet...it's cold and super rainy in NYC so last night I decided to run inside on the treadmill. Did I mention I hate running in the cold, let alone the rain?

• My goal: 3 miles
• As I was changing in the locker room, I noticed an odd smell (NYSC on 8th ave is a little sketch)
• As I wiped down the treadmill before I touched any buttons (self proclaimed germaphobe), I noticed an odd smell
• As I stared to warm up, I noticed an odd smell. hrm...
• Upon further subtle exploration, I realized the odd smell was me
• Backstory: I made delicious turkey chili on Sunday night, but don't have great ventilation in my apartment...so the smell lingers. My bedroom is right off of my kitchen. I *may* have grabbed my dirty work-out clothes from Saturday and thrown them in my gym bag for last night's run.
• Dirty gym clothes + turkey chili + natural organic deodorant = an very ODD smelling Jen (sorry to those running next to me)
• So I ran 2 miles. I thought I was CRUSING but the treadmill told me I was running a 13 min 20 sec mile. It lied. I was cruising at my usual 12 min 15 second pace.
• My goal *was* 3 miles. But after the 2 mile mark, my stomach did a flip, my colon gurgled down deep and my head started to twinge. I wasn't sure if I was going to vomit, poop or pass out, so I stopped
• My face was bright red (little known Jen fact: when working out, I often get a Harry Potter-esque red bolt down my forehead...I will post a pic next time) and I felt as though I was radiating enough heat to supply a small village

Damn you treadmill. Bright red face and over-heated Jen 0. Treadmill 1. Until we meet again...