And so I did it. I ordered my camera which should be here Wednesday or Thursday. Hurray!
I also bought a treadmill which Randy put together for me in admirably short time. They didn't have the one I wanted in stock and I was getting ready to find a sales associate so I could order it when I noticed that for only $30 more I could get a pretty nice one. This one is motorized where I was looking at a manual model before. So I splurged and purchased this one instead. We were about halfway home when I started cackling hysterically to myself. Anyone else would have been scared but Randy is used to me and simply said "What?" The ugly truth of the matter folks is that I have a sadistic streak in me. I wouldn't act on it, but it's there just the same and I have to own that I had had a particularly evil thought in that moment in the car. For it suddenly occurred to me that with a motorized treadmill, the belt would keep running whether I was on it or not. Would it be so wrong, I wondered, if I were to drop my cat onto the machine while it was running??? To fully optimize the experience I would have to wait until I have my new camera so I could capture the look of stunned horror on her face as she was rapidly transported backwards.
Now now. No nasty notes. As I said, I would never actually do such a thing. It was just funny to think about for a moment. She senses the darkness within me and keeps a safe distance from me whenever I look at her with a twinkle in my eye. As I ran on the contraption tonight, both she and the dog were curled up on the couch watching me suspiciously out of the corner of their eyes. The male cat, Patches, stayed hidden away altogether. Wisest of the bunch, that one! *G*
As for why I might want a treadmill, that's easy. It's still a frozen wasteland outside my door with even more snow predicted over the next few days. I want to run. Gym membership is a waste with my wrist. Time to adapt. But the single greatest motivator to get me off my lazy butt was reading The Longest Mile by Jonathan Segal and Ken Ottmar. This is the hilarious blog of two journalists who are trying to prepare for the Big Sur Marathon. I've been following their progress for some months now and even mentioned this before here on my blog somewhere (too lazy now to look it up) and I can't get enough of these guys. As much as they make me laugh, though, they have inspired me as well. So I bought the treadmill and intend to use it, too. When tempted to skip it, all I have to do is read Segal and Ottmar to get me going again. Whether or not they complete the marathon, I respect and admire their attempts. But I hope they do it!
The only thing missing from my life right now other than a president and administration that doesn't make me want to hurl, would be a nice big blueberry muffin. Someday soon I may have to write an entry dedicated to the addictive nature of blueberry muffins. But not tonight.