Moose Hates Treadmills

Each day this week, I've set out to run. I leapt out of my bed (ok, I stumbled out) and rushed to the window. What did I see? No, not popcorn popping, but wind. Yesterday, I watched my neighbors trashcan blow by my window. Running is hard enough, I can't do it in a crazy windfest.


Because the place where I live feels an awful lot like the first few minutes of the Wizard of Oz lately, I called up my Grandparents-in-law to bum off of their treadmill. I found myself in their basement surrounded by medals that they have won in races and a slew of first place plaques and trophies. I'm not sure if it made me run any faster, but it was good inspiration.

Michael's Grandma even turned on a tv for me. I better get a subscription to this place. I suppose I did marry one of their most lovable grandsons--that's like a gym membership.



On how marriage is like a gym membership:

1. When you first begin, everyone is really supportive
2. You get a new accessory (rings / plastic keychain pass)
3. They tend to go together.

Pre-wedding: gotta fit in this dress. 

Post-wedding: gotta lose this weight that I gained from using all my new baking appliances. 

(PS, If you google "baking appliances love," you get the above photos. The second photo is called "Happy Asian Couple Baking Muffins" and the first one is called "Hot Dates in Your Very Own Kitchen" in case you were interested)

4. Finally, it takes a lot of paperwork to get out of it

Moose simply did not understand what I was doing. Mom, why are you running inside? Also, how can I run with you. 

He stared at me the whole time, with occasional bouts of whining, and a few dicey attempts to join me on the treadmill -- that probably would have looked a little like this. Poor guy, it will stop being so windy and start snowing buckets soon enough -- then we can frolick, Mooser.