I stepped on my treadmill today. It’s been a while since we connected.
After the initial awkwardness we settled in to a nice rhythm. It felt strange, but not foreign. We actually hung out together for several minutes, taking each other’s measure, wondering if this would be a thirty minute fling or a long-term commitment.
Turned out to be a fifteen minute quickie, but we left things open for another encounter.
Despite the general lack of appeal of its outward appearance, I realize that the treadmill is a worthy friend. But he and I will have to become more than friends–I’d say joined at the hip–I mean feet–if I’m going to see any reduction in what I call beached whale-ness.
We have a date for later in the week. It looks like the beginning of a promising relationship. Wish me luck!