I feel like I ought to title
this something profound. I write this from the future. Something like that.
I would like to have more
physical activity in my life. Riding,
especially eventing, is quite good exercise.
I have been giving my horse some time off, which I think she needs, and
I’m glad that’s about to end, because I can really feel the difference in my
body, riding less. Recently my husband
and I bought a treadmill, which I thought would be very handy, and indeed I
like a lot of things about it. But,
while he can Tivo sports shows and watch them while he exercises, there’s very
little on TV I actually care about. My
daughter and I are slowly working our way through Downton Abbey Season 4, via a
quasi-legal internet connection, but 1) that requires a laptop, not a
television; and 2) it doesn’t seem fair to watch without her. Even if she has been dragging her feet
because she’s still so upset about the death of Matthew Crawley.
So I invested $35 in a little
Plexiglas-sorry, polycarbonate, supposedly bulletproof though nobody’s firing
bullets in my basement—a little shelf thingy that I can hang off the treadmill
console and Velcro my laptop to, and voila!
I write this at a 3% incline going 1.3 mph, my hands bouncing a bit and
the fingerpad nearly worthless, but still, writing and walking, which, exercise
wise, has got to beat talking and chewing gum at the same time. The only problem I’m having is that I haven’t
used the laptop in a little while, and therefore it’s intent on getting
updated, immediately, so it keeps popping up little windows, and I have to use
the fingerpad to close them. But hey,
first world problems.
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