Sunday, June 05, 2005

No treading..On my treadmill

I am so much addicted to running on my treadmill...I love her dearly(yes it is a woman)..I dust her,shine her up..All those things you do to something you love....Well Friday night..My heart broke in a million pieces..As I turned her on to start my nightly run..I heard a horrible noise..I panicked..I turned her off...And jumped right off..As I looked down to see what was goin on...I noticed that she had acquired a huge tear in the belt...What would cause such an early demise of a young healthy piece of equipment?...Well It is my baby and mostly my hubbys fault....He left something down when I told him it should be put up as the baby likes to throw it around and maybe break something with it...Well indeed the hubby didn't listen..And indeed the baby broke something..She shoved this metal object under the belt of my beloved treadmill..And when I turned the power on..And her motor started to turn...It ripped her to shreds..I am in the process of seeing if my baby can be fixed...
So now I have no good form of exercise that I enjoy...I have my bike but she needs new tires..And my hubby says"yup we'll get ya some new tires asap"..Well that has been 2 months now..And my bike still sits in the garage with bad tires...
I am a wreck..I look and at her..See she is hurting...And I can not fix it...She has been my constant companion nearly everyday since I got her...I tell her things..And she listens..She doesn't judge she just keeps on keeepin on...Now..It seems she will remain motionless forever..I want to ring the hubs neck for the careless and thoughtless wave of destcrtion...He should know by now..That when I say something....He should do it...Because we women know what we are talking about..If we say...Don't run with scissors or your gonna poke your eye out..Chances are...If you don't stop...You will......So now I sit here..Feel as though I am getting fatter by the second..Soon my butt wont be able to fit in this chair..I am gonna go and take a run/walk around the lake today...Mow the lawn(weather permitting) hoping to make my butt smaller for today...I am in deep agony..Not sure if I can even get the strength to shower today....She is there haunting me..Saying"come on...Lets go for a walk"..She doesn't realize she is injured..ya no how sometimes someone can be shot and not even no it....Well that's her...She knows something happen..But I don't think she knows she has been nearly fatally wounded...I am doin my best to get her on the road to recovery...It may be hard and painful road..But we will get thru it together...One step at a time....

2 comments:

keesh said...

Wow, you walk the treadmill. you should be proud of that in itself. I always start an exercise routine and never stick to it. I was doing really good on my ab workout about a year ago, but then my Mom had a procedure done which later caused her to go into a coma (she is fine now) and i lost my routine and haven't started one up yet. I have the worst stomach, full of stretch marks for one but flabby still from my 9lb 5oz baby. he is almost 3 and still working on it. So good for you to have such a passion for treading!! We will pray for your machine :) and you :).

Bossy♥'s YOU said...

well thanks kish...but now...i just am in a pickle...lol