Moving Over and Just... Moving
I'm moving over here to CarrieJeans.com. I told Bloglines that they were not flexible enough, because they didn't allow easy photos or comments, and they are too slow to develop, so I'm "going it alone" at my own space.
Gil took me out to Play it Again Sports last weekend to buy a treadmill. Happy happy joy joy. Really.
It must be my Lithuanian peasant genes, but, for years I couldn't/wouldn't exercise because it seemed so ridiculous to me that people should have to go through all that trouble (special clothes, memberships to clubs, special water, electronic devices strapped on your body, etc.) to move. I thought that your LIFE should be enough exercise, and, when I was chasing around a lot of little kids, that was probably true.
But, middle age and its characteristic "spread" along with monitoring my blood work and prospects, has finally convinced me that I need to move (i.e. exercise) daily. To be fair, for years, as long as I wasn't injured, I have had the practice of getting off my commuter bus 13 blocks early and walking through DC to get to my office. That's a 25-30 minute walk. But, I understand that is not enough, so I determined to walk more. I got to know the byways near my home, and I even walked my property over and over. But, what about when it was cold, or blustery, or, I had inspiration to walk right now this second, but, by the time I found my sneakers, bundled up, told the rest of the family I was going out, yadda yadda... the sun had gone down, or the urge just passed.
Hence, the treadmill. It is the family's way to help me follow through on my good intentions now that I have finally decided it is not silly to have to use one to get enough exercise. This is a good idea. I have used it several times this past week. I am pleased and a little proud of myself
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Gil took me out to Play it Again Sports last weekend to buy a treadmill. Happy happy joy joy. Really.
It must be my Lithuanian peasant genes, but, for years I couldn't/wouldn't exercise because it seemed so ridiculous to me that people should have to go through all that trouble (special clothes, memberships to clubs, special water, electronic devices strapped on your body, etc.) to move. I thought that your LIFE should be enough exercise, and, when I was chasing around a lot of little kids, that was probably true.
But, middle age and its characteristic "spread" along with monitoring my blood work and prospects, has finally convinced me that I need to move (i.e. exercise) daily. To be fair, for years, as long as I wasn't injured, I have had the practice of getting off my commuter bus 13 blocks early and walking through DC to get to my office. That's a 25-30 minute walk. But, I understand that is not enough, so I determined to walk more. I got to know the byways near my home, and I even walked my property over and over. But, what about when it was cold, or blustery, or, I had inspiration to walk right now this second, but, by the time I found my sneakers, bundled up, told the rest of the family I was going out, yadda yadda... the sun had gone down, or the urge just passed.
Hence, the treadmill. It is the family's way to help me follow through on my good intentions now that I have finally decided it is not silly to have to use one to get enough exercise. This is a good idea. I have used it several times this past week. I am pleased and a little proud of myself
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I love our treadmill; it's so nice to be able to walk on it no matter what the weather is outside. Hope you enjoy yours!
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