The forty-minute mile – okay not really but it seems like it
on the treadmill
Eating, not running, gained 3 pounds.
Darn!
Hit it.
Along
with an abundance of children’s activities than came daylight saving time.
By the time I get home it’s almost
dark.
I don’t run in the
dark.
Scary.
So, I hit the treadmill.
I dislike the treadmill greatly.
Our treadmill is in the basement facing
an old TV that doesn’t work.
There
are old toys and what appears to be trash from my son skateboarding down
there.
I listen to my iPod so that
helps.
Favorite songs of the night
– Tie a Yellow Ribbon ‘Round the Old Oak Tree and Leader of the Pack. (I know
but it made me happy).
There is no
breeze in the basement and no view except a stapled up sign to the drywall of
“It’s A Boy!” from when our son was
born.
I have looked at the damn
sailboat for many miles.
I
totally don’t get it but I go slower on the treadmill even though it seems like
a run faster and it takes a lot longer to get to three miles.
I mean I know it doesn’t but holy heck
it sure seems like it.
This
weekend – it’s going to be beautiful.
I can’t wait to get outside for a run or two and enjoy the weather.
