The Joy of Running on a Treadmill

So, since there is snow on the ground outside that mostly gives way to ice underneath it I've been forced to get into shape by running on a treadmill. I've done a total of four runs and plan to run every weekday every week until my track season starts sometime in March and I hope that I don't have to run all of those on the treadmill. Basically, for the first 15 minutes I'm perfectly content listening to the music and thinking about the things while I blankly stare out the window to nothing from my garage. The feeling of working out at that point actually is somewhat enjoyable and I realize why I do this and why I like it when I finish and think back to it, but anytime after that first 15 minutes is filled with complaining and annoyance and trying to keep myself from looking at the timer to see how much more time I have to run on that stupid contraption. I'm not saying that everybody feels like this when running on a treadmill but I just thought I'd vent here and tell you how stupid I think they are. Each time I run on it my passion for hating it grows along with my love for running in town on the clear streets in the summer does. I guess it's healthy for when the time comes that I can run outside without fear that I will slip on ice and break a something or get a concussion but until then I'm going to continue hating that thing and will enjoy the day when I no longer have to run on it.