I Sure Don’t Like Exercise
Part of my recovery is an exercise program…That makes sense, but I sure don’t have to like it….The most boring thing possible..The treadmill is the worst. You step up and stare straight ahead with bars on both sides and one in front. I feel like a Holstein waiting to be milked. You push a button and then start walking… and walking and walking..staring straight ahead…aimlessly….You keep putting out the effort and striving, yet you get nowhere.. Does that ring a bell? I’m the donkey chasing the carrot, but this donkey wants some type of payoff. Maybe after each session a … good job Loren, look what you got done this session… here’s a half pound of butter you churned and a pint of ice cream you cranked…. Keep up the good work. Remember, your goal is 6 pounds of butter churned and 4 gallons of ice cream cranked and then you’re all done and ready to go back to driving and working!!! Alas, just a dream, instead I’ll continue to wave my arms around in circles, trot aimlessly in place going nowhere and rowing a make believe boat with no chance of ever getting wet..I anxiously await better weather when I’ll get some enjoyable and productive exercise in…. like pitching some manure, chopping weeds with a hoe and pounding some fence posts in…I’m counting the days…….