Well, the purchase plus the help of F. F has been super great about helping me with my goals. I have trouble following up on a lot of my ideas, and he is awesome at motivating and assisting me. He and I began the Basement Project yesterday, and we'll do more tomorrow. I'm so glad! It's sooo wonderful to have somebody helping out with the things that are so hard and complicated in my head.
With the entertainment/electronics out of the livingroom, it will be more spacious and more conversation-friendly. I'll also have more space for my piano. I already have a big old comfy couch in the basement, which will be great for movie-watching. When I'm not running on my treadmill, that is. The basement gets chilly, but that's good for working out. I'll put the treadmill conveniently near the television, put lots of blankies piled up on the couch, and it'll be lovely. I know that if I have interesting things to listen to, watch, and read, I'll be much more likely to use the treadmill without getting bored and wandering off.
I've devised a hopefully-excellent plan to help motivate me to use the treadmill regularly. I've put the treadmill's price on the top of a long sheet of paper, taped to the wall. For every mile I run or walk, I get to cross off one number and write a new one. So far it reads:
I fully intend to cross off all of those numbers in 2006 (ooh, sounds kinda like a new year's resolution), and more to follow. Once I move out of "debt", I can start incrementing numbers again. And we know what incrementing numbers mean, right? It means maybe I can buy myself a new present!
It's an interesting idea in theory. Walk For Dollars. Once the dollars are in the black again, then I can buy fun toys. I'm just paying for my gagets in health. I can walk toward a new camera. Or a new Treo 650. Or heck, with a really long walk, I'll have a downpayment for a fancy-schmancy condo downtown! (Okay, that'll never happen. But I like the idea in theory. We'll see how it goes -- I think it could be fun! And I definitely think that each mile will get me a tiny bit
The attentive reader will notice that, after my 2-mile tread on saturday, that I trod again today. (The truly attentive reader will notice that I forgot to close a paranthese in that earlier paragraph too. I'll correct that omission here.)) Today for over six miles, I trod on that thing. I trod through an entire action movie (Ransom). Most of my electronics are still upstairs, but I did move my vcr player down and attach it to my basement's current tiny television.
After the six miles, I was pretty stiff and sore. Especially my hip flexors, which are soooo tight. Two miles, no problem. Six miles nonstop feels like a lot of work today! Clearly a sign I should do more. Only one mile was running, the rest a variety of walking speeds, with and without elevation. Stretching is my friend.
I have decided to use the verb "tread" for when I use my treadmill. Sometimes I'll walk, sometimes I'll jog, occasionally I work on my Next Top Model walk, and I might even skip occasionally. But all of these qualify as treading on a mill.