On the Treadmill

I am sure there are other posts that I have written with the same title. The past few days the air has been imbued with fog and extreme pollution. The temperature is in the low single digits making for cold, dreary mornings.

The young boy protested many times because in these conditions it had to be a treadmill run.

We chatted while he ran – I tried to keep his interest going by making him toggle and play with speed and the incline. It only kind of worked but he did finish his prescribed time on feet.

Then it was my turn. Many times I felt just as impatient watching the clock on the treadmill console. Just let the time tick off and enjoy some very relaxed minutes, Eilish had written in my plan.

That would be the case had it been outdoors. On the treadmill, the empathy gear for the young boy was at full. But the treadmill is a friend and a machine that I am most grateful for. At least this option.