I just fell in love again… with my treadmill.
I know you’re thinking… “She owns a treadmill?… And shes chubby?”
Nonesense, right? One would think these things are mutually exclusive by they are not my friends.
Happily, I got back on the treadmill. I believe this is due to my extreme laziness that has prevented me from driving 5 miles to my gym and attending spinning classes.
How fun is it to watch Wheel of Fortune when running? You have no idea! Lemme break it down:
A – I love Wheel of Fortune
B – I love shouting– even when it’s just answers at the TV
C – Apparently I love running again. I feel so stealthy!
Maybe I was inspired by James’ running experiment… or maybe it feels good to run when you are down 10 or so pounds and have less chub to lug around… maybe I felt motivated because I got a postcard from my friends at weight watchers congratulating me on my benchmark loss of 10 pounds…
All I know is…I’m in love again. Its like a new romance – or more accurately, a reconciled one. I know my treadmill has been there for me all along – waiting by itself in the corner, just hoping I would jump on. And I did! I feel whole again.
Treadmill, “you complete me”.