Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Danger of Exercise

I've been working out on a treadmill for the last month or so.  I've always been a walker, so I thought this would be an easy transition.  Instead of striding outside for a morning trip to the Coffee Nook, I decided I'd put my time in on the treadmill instead.  You don't have to worry about the dark, or the weather or anything.  But the treadmill is an evil invention because there is no destination. It just goes on and on and on. . .and you never get anywhere.  Does anyone else see the irony in the fact that the book I'm currently writing is titled NOWHERE TO RUN?

There is also a treadmill risk factor.  This morning, I nearly had a Larry Todd moment.  A Larry Todd moment is when you get distracted, slip, fall down and get shot off the back of the thing.  For my friend, Larry, the distraction was a pretty girl at the gym, and he actually did fall and get thrown from the rear of the treadmill.  (He also lost some facial skin from the belt abrasion.)  For me, it was while I was taking a sip of coffee from my to-go cup, while striding along like I know what I'm doing, and pushing the button on the TV remote to fast forward through a commercial.  One little misstep and I was nearly gone.  BUT, I did manage to catch myself without spilling my coffee. . .much.  Sure, the remote took flight like it was a bird, but I stayed on my feet.  Catlike reflexes.  Yessirree.

Time to get back to NOWHERE TO RUN, the manuscript, not the treadmill.

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