I’m one of those strange ducks that likes to exercise. I like the way my body aches afterwards if I work it hard enough. I like the way it makes me feel.
The hard part for me is keeping a schedule. I bought a treadmill a few years ago and for the first year, I was on it faithfully.
Five days a week. Walking, walking with an incline, running, etc.
I gained weight, but it was muscle, so I wasn’t too disappointed. Then someone gave me some bad advise and I stopped exercising.
After a few months, I dismissed what the person said and got back on the treadmill. Only, I was never as faithful.
Anyway, onto my story. This morning, I ran out of time and had to get to work. I only had five minutes, so I decided to up my workout and try running…it’s been a while.
The dog watched me for the longest time, one of those my human is doing something weird looks. I don’t think he could figure out who was chasing me. He hasn’t seen me run in a while, (not on the treadmill at least) and he likes to run with me (nip at my heels to get me to go faster). It must have looked like fun, because after a few minutes, he thought he was going to join me.
Need I say more?
The dog stepped on the track and was pushed right off. I hit the stop button pretty quick. I knew what was going to happen. It was either going to be me or him on that treadmill. Who do you want to bet was going to win?
<– That’s him looking all innocent.
Don’t be fooled. He’s a sneaky devil, plotting ways to get you to play with him or get even.