the road to nowhere

Recently I hooked up with one of Goober's classmates moms. (Did you follow that? I'm not sure I did.) It was totally by chance. I was at the Y on an off day and we ran into each other and started talking and one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was running for 30 minutes on the treadmill.

Now I'm hooked.

The treadmill has become my go-to stress relief, anxiety balm and frustration get-outter. And Ms. G (see above re: classmate mom) is my supplier.

I've mentioned before that I wanted to get in shape, but now I know I can get serious. See, I've always been fairly haphazard about my exercise regimin. I have a friend who is a trainer and she keeps me supplied with new exercises and such, but she never makes me work out. She just encourages me to do it because it's good for me.

But now... now I have the treadmill. Now I have a partner that I can talk to and who is as insanely stressed as I am and who, in her infinite wisdom, pointed out that endorphins are good and they make you feel better. And when you pound out a half-hour doing interval training on a treadmill, you can get a whole boatload of endorphins.

Now when I'm having a bad day, I find a way to get on the treadmill. When the weather gets nicer, I'll be able to hit the gravel and the pavement (cause we live out in the wild and at least a half mile of my route is not paved.)

It's something I never thought I'd enjoy because I was never that physical of a person. I was always way more intellectual. It was rare that I would choose sports over books or music. Actually, it never happened. I was always reading and never running. It just seemed pointless. Why run? There's a whole world to be found between the pages of books and you don't get shin splints.

But now I know why people run. Becuase it makes you feel good. Because it makes your ass jiggle less. Because it makes your heart work better. Because it makes you blood flow a little easier. Because you can walk up a flight of stairs without wanting to die.