Tuesday night, around 9:00pm.
Treadmill (TM): Well HEY, haven't seen you in AGES! You dropped in a few times in September, but other than that I've just been collecting dust down here! Are you back to stay now, or what?
Me: Dude. It hasn't been the easiest few months. But YES, I'm back to stay. No promises you won't collect a teensy bit of dust between visits though. I mean, we do have cats living here, and they shed...
TM: Okay, whatevs, hop on!
Me: Yeah, let's do this!
TM: Oof! Yikes, you might want to lay off the late night desserts, lady.
Me: Shut it. Chocolate helps me cope. I do plan to ease up a bit soon, though. And I mean soon like early 2012. You can't expect me to shun sweets during the friggin' holidays.
TM: Fine, fine. Lucky for you I have a pretty high weight limit. Sooo....you want to walk any faster than that? I'm pretty sure you walked faster than that when you were 8 months pregnant. Just sayin'.
Me: I am WARMING. UP. Sheesh. Who do you think you are, Jillian Michaels?
TM: Hey, somebody's gotta motivate your lazy butt. I kid, I kid! You're doing great!!
Me: *silence, as I am breathing too hard to talk anymore*
TM: So, uh, you've been working pretty hard. That's a lot of running for your first time in a while. Wouldn't you like to walk a bit? Doesn't walking feel good?
Me: *pant* Yes, *pant* walking *pant* feels *pant* good. *pant pant pant* But you know what else feels good? SUCCESS! One more run!!!
After a total of 10 minutes of running, broken up with walk breaks...
TM: You did it! You accomplished your fitness goal for the week! How do you feel?
Me: Tired. Fantastic. Sore. And a teensy bit concerned that I spent my workout carrying on a conversation with a piece of exercise equipment.
TM: Touche. Get some rest. And please come visit me again soon! It's spooky down here in the dark.
Our next visit tentatively schedule for Thursday or Friday night...