The sixteen-year old got her license yesterday, which meant I didn’t have to drive to soccer practice. You realize what this means, don’t you? I saved two hours last night. Two hours.
I may never run another errand–or at least not until the novelty of driving wears off. It’s amazing.
Of course, she also thought of a pressing reason to burn another half a tank of gas or so running around this morning. C’est la vie. Such is the price of having your own personal valet, I suppose. I’ll find out later today exactly how much that price is, when I add her to the insurance policy. Eeek.
On another note —although, not really, because if she hadn’t been driving, I wouldn’t have had time—I had my first encounter with a treadmill last night. And yes, there was much snickering from the peanut gallery as I tried to stay on my feet for a while.
I never claimed to be the most co-ordinated outfit in the closet. Just persistent. And it paid off. I even figured out—after about 45 minutes—that I didn’t have to walk or run at one of the 12 pre-set speeds. That’s what those big up and down arrows under “SPEED” are for. Right next to the incline button.
I climbed 650 feet and traveled 4 miles. In 75 minutes. Egad. I know. What happened? I swear their calculations were off. That or mine are for real world distances. And according to the display, I only burned 450 calories. Yeesh. What is that? One bagel? And another thing–why does it take me an hour to really get warmed up and feeling good? One can only dedicate so much time to these things. Why can’t I feel that good a bit earlier on in the process?
As far as actual treadmilling, though, I have to admit that I’m pretty much won over. Besides the obvious weather/daylight factors, my joints and shins loved the cushioning, and it was really nice to have water within reach without worrying about how fast my body was going to process it, if I drank some. The biggest problem I foresee is that there is never a good place for a treadmill. Ever. It will always be big, ugly, and in the way. Then again, the other option is that I’m the big one….