T is for Treadmill


As I mentioned in an earlier post, I moved my office to the basement in order for my youngest to have his own room. Unfortunately, I have an office mate. I have to share my space with the treadmill.

I like the treadmill. The treadmill and I have spent some quality time together. But I wish it weren’t in my office.

On the mornings my husband uses it I have to air the place out before I can begin work. Frankly, if I don’t, the place just smells like gym shoes. It’s a little like setting up to work in a locker room.

But I’m stuck with it. In our house, there is no other place for the treadmill to go. And given its similarity to a hamster wheel, maybe there’s a sort of poetry to having it here.

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9 thoughts on “T is for Treadmill

  1. Our treadmill sits in our family room, so having it in a larger room helps. I don’t think I’d like to work in a locker room either. 🙂


  2. I love the idea of the treadmill being poetry! I oftentimes go into a mantra like trance when I walk anyway… the slap slap slap of feet against the pavement or dirt. You know, we Mama’s sacrifice a lot for our kids. Will it be worse in the Summer? Can your husband just walk outside then?! Here we don’t have basements, believe it or not. The whole concept lives in the recesses of my mind. I sort of long for them, actually…..



  3. I had an elliptical. Ahem, clothes hanger. My husband has mentioned that he wants to get another one to work out with in the basement. (I thought, awesome, I have a place to hang my knitted sweaters!)


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