We got our treadmill yesterday (put together by the owner of a LBS who is known as a perpetual stoner; I guess he has a contract with the company).
So, at 6 AM I got on and did 3 miles. Apparently something wasn't right, because I felt pretty crappy up until I just finished breakfast. I ate half a Luna bar before running and drank plenty. I think the fact that it felt a lot hotter in the room than running in the cold outdoors had something to do with it. I felt like this when I ran five miles outside last summer in what seemed like perfect 75 degree weather. It totally did me in. I pulled out a fan and set it up, so next time, hopefully, this won't happen. I guess I pushed myself a little, too, in terms of speed.
Well, I'm glad it's here, since the nor'easter is doing its job outside.