Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Dreaded Tread

I have this treadmill because I broke my leg last September.  I didn't blog about it because it bummed me out too fuckin' much.  The treadmill was part of my physical therapy and I pretty much hated every second of it.  I am not an "exercise because it's good for you" kind of person.  To me, that's the height of boring.  Now I will exercise if there's something in it for me.  For instance, I wouldn't hesitate to take a nice healthy walk if my car was broken and I ran out of cigarettes (though first I'd try to get someone else to score for me).

The only thing the treadmill could give me was me leg back.  No fun, but I had to do it.  Of course, as soon as I had my last follow-up appointment, I quit using it.  I suppose I shouldn't be such an ingrate.  It did literally save my ass (from exploding) since I ate copious quantities of ice cream all winter.

Nonetheless, it's been a big, heavy, ugly eyesore in my living room for far too long.  The good news:  This past weekend, my mister and our medieval warrior friend hauled it upstairs.  I don't have to look at it looking at me anymore.  And I might actually use it this winter so I can continue eating ice cream.  Can't go gettin' fat just cuz I'll be an old married lady, right? 

PS:  Now I can see the other bookshelf again- yay!


Sid said...

Look, I'm 70 years old,and I go to life styles mon-fri,and i tread mill for a 1/2hr.and persue a little weight lifting.If I can do it , get your ass on that tread mill.You will love it after a while!

ann said...

There is something about treadmills. They tend to just become a big eye sore in the middle of the room. Mine is in the bedroom next to my bed. It is suppose to call out to me to exercise. Oh it does, but I just ignore its call. We should use our treadmills. They are our friends.

Broken Barn Industries said...

We're totally impressed, Sid- I just read your comment to The Mister! So you get bouncer duty at the reception. Sounds like you can handle it!