I approach you, with your gleaming sides and surefooted surface,
Somewhat more confident than when I first met you.
Now, I know your conveniences: iPod plugs, headphone jacks, book rest and TV monitors lined up at attention just above eye level.
I can watch your “track” to monitor my progress, raise and lower speed and incline automatically
rain or shine.
I’ve become comfortable with you
and enjoy your company.
I always feel better,
after spending an hour walking,
and have taken to bringing
to allow for multi-tasking.
I listen to background music,
I am on the road to 10,000 steps a day
And the treadmill is my new best friend.
Life has a lot in common with a treadmill.
It keeps moving and you just have to hop on and keep stride,
though you can set your own pace.
Sometimes it can be all uphill,
but you do get stronger for the effort.
Sometimes there are lovely distractions.
Most of the time, there are just your thoughts to keep you company.
Some may think a treadmill is pointless because you just stay in the same place and don’t go anywhere,
but it’s not true.
By taking the time to walk, I am getting somewhere I want to be.
The treadmill comes with certain guarantees: availability, consistency, and options. Just like life.
One response to “Treadmill”
i was just writing an entry at the same time as you. KISMET!