As in, I don't have any.
I was just settling into my run today, 10 minutes in and contemplating turning up the pace.
My towel fell off the treadmill and got sucked up into the belt, wedging itself against the frame.
That shrieking, tortured howling sound you heard at the gym today?
That was me, riding a quickly dying treadmill.
I hopped off and tried to see if it would just tug free, but alas the towel had declared its unending love for the treadmill and refused to be coaxed out.
I went and notified the front desk, and then showed the employee of the year which treadmill.
"Welp, there's your problem...there's a towel stuck in the belt."
By this time I selected another treadmill and tried to resurrect my workout. But when I restarted, I felt awful. I made it another 10 minutes and then bailed.
Maybe it's a step forward--in the past I wouldn't have even gotten back on.
Still, I don't feel good about it.
I'm pretty sure it was all in my mind, something I need to get a handle on if ever I'm to become a true runner.