If I am not mistaken, in the last few weeks, I have run regularly on the treadmill on Tuesday. I groan at the thought but then adjust my attitude. Access to a treadmill should be nothing but gratitude.
I’m feeling comfortable on it. I daresay Mr TM and I are becoming friends and the minutes and kilometres seem to go by with greater ease than I thought possible.
With the house empty – everyone on vacation – music, especially loud, blared with abandon from the speaker. I almost felt guilty.
A quick but effective core workout afterward rounded up one part of the morning, giving path to the rest of the day.
Writing about Running 