I don’t even have to remind you of what day it is do I? Well, just in case:
We had a major loss at our house this past month. I had to say goodbye to a dear friend. I loved my friend dearly even though this friend tried to kill me once. Other than the one incident, we had some really good times together.
It is with regret and great sadness that I say goodbye to my dear friend. Treadmill, I’ll miss you. Treadmill lived a good life but we had to let him go. Of course MacGyver has already figured out a way to harness Treadmill’s energy, even though for all intents and purposes, he’s dead. MacGyver immediately gathered all the materials, got out all the necessary tools, drew out a diagram, ripped out the treadmill innards, and then began the process of assembling……. a windmill.
You will live on my friend, you will live on. I would probably be a lot sadder if I could run right now because it will probably be awhile before I get another one. See: MacGyver is cheap. I would have loved to take one last picture with my poor, broken treadmill but MacGyver took full advantage of the situation and ripped it apart before I had the chance to insist we try to fix it. Apparently it’s been a dream of his to build a windmill for a very, very, long time. A windmill.
Of course we live in sunny, flat, Florida so it might power up a tiny light bulb on most days, or in the case of a hurricane, the entire state, if it doesn’t blow away that is. I have no idea how he intends to use said windmill but then again, I didn’t ask. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
In running news, I’ve pretty much accepted the fact that I won’t be doing ANY for at least another few weeks. As you can imagine this makes me a joy to live with.
Since my hip and butt area is all jacked up right now I really just need to focus on icing and resting, high impact exercise is out right now. That’s okay I guess because I’m determined to heal myself this time and not get re-injured. I can walk if I want to and I tried that this morning, but let’s be honest, walking does not give me pleasure me in any way.
Actually I don’t mind walking when I can do it on the treadmill and watch a little TV at the same time…oh wait, my treadmill is a windmill project in the garage of an extreme hoarder right now. What the f…., it must be Wednesday!
Tell me something about your day. (Don’t tell me about how you ran today because I may just jump through the internets and rip your running shoes up…kidding…maybe.)