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Treadmill TraumaPosted Sunday, November 16, 2008, at 9:03 AM
My old treadmill sits here in the kitchen, where I'm hopeful I'll use it this winter. Several of my friends have sold theirs, having tired of using them for clothes hangers and dust catchers, but I'm giving the machine one more chance before it heads out for the want ads. In the background of the photo, you'll see my lovely fruit wallpaper, a holdover from the 70's. I've decided to wait and see if it comes back into style again in 20 years or so. No need to rush things...
I'm sitting here at the computer, listening to Beethoven and drinking a hot cup of black coffee. As usual these days, I'm in my pink flannel pajama bottoms and a heavy sweatshirt, while the fire warms up the house.
Occasionally a shot rings out from across the deer woods, and I'm very glad I'm (hopefully) safe from my neighbors' enthusiastic teenagers who are out, shooting up the countryside... Yesterday I heard eight shots in rapid succession. My son Matthew, who is also hunting this morning, says that some people shouldn't be allowed to have automatic rifles... Each year I pray that we all survive the hunting season intact. If the deer would just come up here to the house, I would keep them safe. They could bed down here in the yard, and I would protect them! There's no hunting season in the DeJournett front yard!
Hunting season isn't my topic this morning, however, so I'd better put myself on track, hadn't I?
A couple of weeks ago, my children moved my treadmill up from the basement to the kitchen. My theory is that I may actually USE the machine if it's up here. We bought the treadmill years ago for my husband, but he fared much better when we went in to the park at Advance.
I can see why! One minute feels like an hour on the treadmill! Because of the plug in situation, the machine faces away from the living room TV, and I've also discovered that I have to turn my CD player up super loud in order to hear it over the roar of the treadmill. My cats scatter for cover at such times.
Right now, I have the ambitious goal of adding one minute to the ten minutes I've started with. I'm up to thirteen. Whoopee! Madeline's tearing up the rubber, folks!
I think of everything imaginable that needs to be done, while I'm on the treadmill. As soon as I set foot on that rubber belt, I think of a million things to do besides walk.
In the days of my 2-4 mile walking program, I discovered the value of an early morning walk, so I put on my shoes and hit the pavement (or gravel) by 7:30 a.m. every morning and again in the evening. The good thing about the morning walk is the way it gets your metabolism ramped up. Then, you seem to burn fat all day, and the pounds can just melt off throughout the day.
I know that! So why don't I do it??
I hate to admit it, but I spend way too much time on this computer. Yes, I do research for articles, and, yes, I communicate with friends, family, and people who have things to put in the paper, but I think I also waste a lot of time, just looking at "stuff." I don't have to worry about playing games, because I consider that a waste of time. No virtual reality games for me! The REAL reality is more than enough!
I think I heard somewhere that our society is now feeling the effects of a computer "addiction." I believe it. A computer addiction may not cost us as much as a gambling addiction (Can you believe that Prop A passed???) - but who knows how many hours are lost with "addicts" like my brother, who works nights and spends his days playing "World of Warfare"???
Well, it's 8:30 a.m. now, and I'd LIKE to skip the treadmill this morning and take a real walk in real time on real gravel on my real lane in the sunshine and yellow leaves. However, I'm afraid I'll get shot, so I guess I'll crank up ole Skinny Boy, the treadmill, and see if I can shed a few rolls of fat!
From the golden hills of Tillman, Mo., this is your chunky roving reporter Madeline, signing off on a picture perfect fall Sunday morning.
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Madeline (Giles) DeJournett is the Advance writer for the North Stoddard Countian. A retired high school English/history teacher, she spent 32 years teaching in 5 schools in Missouri and Alaska. These days, she lives quietly with a menagerie of wild and domestic animals on 52 secluded acres in the remote Tillman hills south of Advance. She graduated from Dexter High School in 1960 and Southeast Missouri State in 1964. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.