Fully Alive…Ready to Smile

posted by erin on Nov 19

Goes a little something like this…

Up the stairs, found my mp3 player, found the key for treadmill, got my exercise clothes on without pulling anything, back down the stairs, down another flight of stairs, huffed and puffed and got the treadmill at just the right angle to get it plugged in with it’s stupidly short cord, found a book and a stepping stone in our boxes of stuff surrounding the treadmill to prop up the feet so it wouldn’t wobble while I’m bustin’ my arse on it, back upstairs for the forgotten glass of water needed to keep myself hydrated, swept up the mess my walking shoes made on my mom’s clean floors (evidently I forgot to clean them after my last outdoor excursion), back downstairs, fired up the mp3 player and the treadmill and hopped on for a nice workout. Can you imagine my dismay when the dang thing died as I took my third step? Now I’m out of breath from getting ready to exercise! At least it wasn’t completely for nothing : ) That whole escapade took almost 10 minutes. If I repeat it, I’ve got my 20 minutes for the day.