10 July 2011

Happy Birthday!

Okay, so it's not even close to my birthday.  But I am reminded of Frosty the Snowman in that fabulous Christmas cartoon, and when they put the hat on his head, his first words are, "Happy birthday!"  As cheesy as it may be, that's how I feel right now because I finally, finally, finally got the bloody treadmill moved into my bedroom.

Was it easy, you might ask? Why, no. No it was not.  After a sufficient amount of stuff was sorted, tossed, and reassembled into a new pile, and after the bed was moved back to its original position in the floor plan, I was finally able to navigate my way through the halls with the treadmill to the door of my bedroom.

Once I arrived at the door, however, it would not fit through.  It needed just a little more room.  I sat on the bed for about 30 minutes staring out into the hallway, unable to fathom that 3 weeks’ worth of slow-moving progress was going to result in absolutely nothing.  That made me really mad.  Not being a particularly handy person, I am thrilled to report that I successfully removed the door from its hinges, pushed the treadmill through then reattached the door.

I now possess everything I need to defeat the excuses in my head.  I have a treadmill in a private, air conditioned space, facing a television, with a fan easily position-able behind me.  I have my private bathroom and shower steps away.  Simply put, I have no excuse not to get up and get moving in the morning.  None whatsoever.  Which makes me feel like tomorrow is like a birthday... the birth of someone who takes this advantage and literally runs with it.  Okay, well, walks to start with – ‘cause who am I kidding? Ha! We'll get to the running in time...  Weigh-in on Wednesday!

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