Poor Abandoned, Neglected Treadmill: Who?
Me: Your owner. I know you haven't seen me in months but I'm here to re-stake my claim as your rightful lord and master.
Treadmill: I don't know you. MY owner promised to take me for walks and runs and promised to never use me as a clothes hanger. I've been sitting out here, alone, in the cold, with nothing but a bunch of junk to snuggle with.
Me: I know. I'm sorry. But in all fairness. I haven't used you as a clothes hanger. You've been more like storage shelves, what with the boxes and other assorted stuff stacked upon your belt.
Treadmill: Ooof! uh.. put on a little? I'm not sure I'm rated for this much. Have you checked the manual?
Me: Be nice. You'll be fine. Hey.. crank up the music a bit, would ya? I can't hear it over my wheezing.
Treadmill: Spandex??! Really? Even Lycra has it's limits! What happened to you anyway?
Me: I said be nice! It's been a rough year and a half. I lost a couple friends to cancer. My dog died. My guinea pig died. I lost my job. I lost my Mom to dementia, then she died too. My son moved out, he crashed his car, my daughter is growing up and is getting increasingly challenging. It's been rough. I tried to eat my way through the pain.
Treadmill: I'm sorry. Really I am. How'd that work out for you?
Me: Not so well.
Treadmill: I can tell. You should have come to see me instead. I could have helped.
Me: Yeah, I know. Sometimes the right thing isn't always the easiest thing. Besides, I was raised to believe that food fixes everything.
Treadmill: I could have told you that wouldn't work.
Me: NOW you tell me. What is that incessant pounding I hear??
Treadmill: I think that's your heart rate. It appears to be off the charts.
Me: Whew. I should probably stop before something important bursts. I'll see you again soon though. Maybe next time we can get through a second song on the mp3 player.
Treadmill: Come back anytime. I'll be waiting.
Go get 'em, gal! It took my mother's passing to get me off my duff and take care of myself. She'll be gone a year come Tuesday and in that time I've dropped about 25 pounds and taken up weight lifting. The motivation is that I want to be able to get out of bed when I'm 80.
ReplyDeleteYou've got it in you to see it through! Don't want to be huffing and puffing as the P-man drags you up another mountain!