If you'll remember wayy back about 3 months ago, I wrote about my virtue, or lack there of, when in reference to my exercising habits. In that post I lamented about my inability to force myself to go to the gym to stem the flow of my (ever expanding) middle over the waist of my pants.
Well thanks to my amazing parents and grandparents, that's all changing.
As a combined Christmas, anniversary, lets-get-in-shape present to themselves (and me) my parents got a treadmill for our house in December and let me tell you, I've become quite the fan.
I am actually enjoying my almost daily walks of 2 or more miles. While I'm not sprinting or even jogging for any of it, I'm pretty proud of the fact that I walked almost 1.5 miles at a speed of 4.1 mph. And while I have yet to experience that "runner's high" that people always talk about when they "go for a great run," I'm usually pleasantly surprised when I look up at the mile counter or the timer and see that 15 or 20 minutes have gone by and I've already walked over a mile.
But there are two things I love about treadmilling even more than that, my fan and my party pants.
Our treadmill is equipped with a pretty sweet fan. I love standing (well walking really) in front of it with my hair blowing in the breeze... it reminds me of the days at Etown when KT and Lisa would stand in front of the air conditioner or the hair dryer or the fan or an open window or basically anything else that would create a breeze to blow their hair and they would act like silly models. While I never actually participated in these antics, it kinda makes me feel like I'm back at school. The same goes for my party pants a.k.a. leggings. I only discovered the joys of party pants at the end of last year, and sadly, I've not been able to use them since... until now. I firmly believe that my party pants are the key to my treadmilling success!
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