All right, fine. I can take a hint.
Jai called to ask, quite dubiously, if I was the person who’d wanted the treadmill her mother had decided to give up. I wasn’t, but with the offer on the table I decided I should say yes, since I’ve been bitching interminably about the cold and the slipperiness and the wah wah wah. It will go live in the garage, and I’m going to take some of my mad money and buy one of those little hundred dollar 13″ tv/dvd units and I will get up and walk and watch an episode of Highlander five mornings a week. That should last me until the weather clears (and then some, for that matter, since I’ve also got the Best Of to watch), and then this fall I will get NetFlix and watch Buffy or Angel or something. Or possibly I’ll borrow ’em from Deen, but you get the idea.
Then, to make me stop whining, Deborah told me to go for a walk. I did, and it turned out to not be either as cold or as slippery as I thought it probably was, so I decided that I had better get back into the habit of taking the dog for a mid-day walk, but if I’m walking in the mornings I don’t have to worry about slogging 2 miles in the cold. I can do 1 or 1.5 and that’s fine. And just as Deborah suspected, going for a walk made me feel better.
*mutters vile imprecations*
And I’ve determined I can swim on Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday with relatively little inconvienence, so those will be my swimming days.
Now all I need to do is rebuild my workspace downstairs and I will have nothing to complain about.
(Stop looking at me like that.)
miles to Lothlorien: 432.5