Ok, so I really had not planned on posting to my blog over the weekend, but just had to share this. I worked out last night at the gym, the good little girl that I am. And I came to realize that the treadmill, you remember, the one that told me to get my fat ass off of it? Well, If I had been listening instead of planning ways to destroy it, I would have heard the whole thing. The treadmill was actually telling me, to not only get my fat ass off of it, but the next sentence would have been "and figure out how to program me so I dont stop after 1 hour." Aha, no wonder it keeps stoppping on me. So, next time, which would be tonight, I will actually program it to go longer than the 60 minutes that I have been on it. Maybe this time I will actually be able to make the 4 miles that I am trying to go.
That's all for now, just thought I would share this. I have actually forgiven the treadmill, and unless it does something strange, or whispers nasty things to me, all is well with my relationship with the treadmill.
Later~
About Me
- Molly
- I was born in Royal Oak Michigan but spent most of my childhood in Mexico City. My first language was Spanish my secondary language being English. This has turned around since I am back in the US. I don’t use Spanish as much as I used to. I was married for almost 25 years but am now divorced.
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Embrace the treadmill grasshopper. She is your friend.
Wax on. (hand rubbing in clockwise circles)
Wax off. (hand rubbing in counterclockwise circles)
"Close your eyes and tell me what you hear"
"I hear the birds singing. I hear the falling water."
"Do you hear the grasshopper at your feet"
~ Looks down to see the grasshopper
"how is it that you hear the grasshopper at my feet?"
"how is it that you do not?"
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