Everlasting Blog

My treadmill - T, as I like to call it - is the most beautiful treadmill in the whole wide world. My heart leaps when I see it or even when I speak of it. Ours is an enduring and possibly everlasting love. We fit together so perfectly. We have vowed to be good to one another. T will be there for me whenever I need it and I will make sure the gears get greased ... (if you know what I mean, nudge, nudge) Together we are going to make each other's lives better.

T did the sweetest thing yesterday. The guys came and set it up and it ... worked immediately. There was nothing fancy I needed to do. There were no complicated instructions. I pressed the ON button and set the speed and T just ... worked. No pressure was placed for me to hop on. No mocking about how I hadn't worked out in two weeks. No demands of attention. T was just there and waiting with loving, accepting, embracing readiness.

Now that T and I are back together the sun is shining and the rain has been replaced by green grass and blue skies; the air smells better; everything tastes better and I can hear birds chirping even while I'm in the shower; there will soon be an end to world hunger and poverty and peace in the middle east and a cure for all types of cancer. I'm never gonna neglect T again. I'm never gonna take T for granted. I'm gonna ask T to marry me. T will be my second.

This is what magic feels like people. You should try it.