There’s no zealot like the newly converted
August 6, 2008
I’ve just discovered our $20 yard sale treadmill, and boy howdy, suddenly I’m all about using it. After my feet were hurting yesterday after I walked home, I was still grumpy and needed to work it off, so I finally decided to give the treadmill a try. Never before have I given treadmills a chance; why should I when there’s all that lovely pavement outside and a dog to walk with? But it’s totally different than I expected, and I felt all workouty.
In fact, it was the first thing on my mind on the way home, so I threw a load of wash in and started up a run. Of course, it rapidly devolved into a run-walk-run-walk session, but whatever. I love me some endorphins.
I’m even thinking of getting up early and getting in a 20 minute run before getting ready for work. Clearly, I am thoroughly wound up because I only implacably need to snack, clean or work out when I just can’t keep it bottled up inside anymore. It’s time to get in better touch with my feelings, and stress levels, otherwise I’ll find myself cleaning other people’s houses and wondering why I just can’t stop cleaning!
Cleaning other peoples houses?? Hey, want to come visit my apartment? š
I too feel strongly compelled to work out when life is stressful. It is better than some peoples compulsions, I guess.
I don’t like treadmills though… At least, not that I know of, but I guess you didn’t like them last week either.
SP: Don’t invite me if you’re not sure you’ll like how I clean. š
I don’t know what I had against them before, really, but I have to accept that they’re sort of useful now.