Today was my first workout at
PLANET FITNESS...
I sweat at each machine for
ten or more moments,
depending on the burn in my muscles,
some muscles emerging from
long-hidden hide-outs.
First the well-trodden treadmill,
similar to my own down in the cellar,
next the tricky elliptical, that I worried
would hurt my back...(it didn't),
followed up by the stationary bike and
step machine,
that's like going up a mega-step-stairs.
Then to the thirty-minute circuit
with machines that put my
bones, ligaments, tendons, and muscles
to their test...even if my body wasn't able -
my mind was willing!
All the while I watched t.v.
and listened to the radio with
the five dollars ear pods I bought.
I recognized someone from
elementary school, who's brother
BUNKY was my 'boyfriend' in
fourth and fifth grade.
I drank my water and wiped the sweat off my brow,
came home and in front of my husband,
two hours later,
I took a not so humble bow!
I will do this all again tomorrow
and Sunday,
and that will be the three days
in one week
required by my insurance
to get my money back!
And in exchange...I GET FIT!
Not a bad deal, is it?
Welcome Reader:
Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
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