Ok, so I tried out an electric treadmill the other day. First time in my life. The one I have is a manual one, so this was literally a brand new experience. I loved it. I used to love walking, but because I can’t do much of it back home I wasn’t sure if i still did like it or not. Now I know I do.
But here’s the actual tale of woe. On my second day at the gym, I was walking merrily away at 5. 5 km/h (in good form – arms at side, swinging back and forth like it says in all the manuals) and then this woman walks in. She’s dressed in shorts and a sports top – while I’m in long pants, long shirt and a scarf (the gym is empty when I go but I dress that way just in case). So Wonder Woman stands astride the machine next to me, sets the belt spinning so fast, I could hear the speed. And then she leaps onto the mill and lands running … and keeps on running for the next 20 minutes while I’m puffing and panting and cooling down. I slunk out at the end of my session with the steady beat of her running still echoiing behind me.
I’m hoping I’ll be a little more on the running level at the end of two months. I don’t want to be next to Wonder Woman again, but I will miss that treadmill 😦
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The one thing I’ve realised is how easy it is to fit into a different lifestyle. We’ve been here less than a week and yet it feels like I’ve lived like this all my life. Home is so different – the place, the weather, the house, the routine. Sometimes I think that when I come here, it’s a sort of glimpse into that life that seems to have passed by. The alternative life that is going on somewhere in a parallel dimension.
I’m content where I am, but i’m only going to be here for two months. That’s all the time there is before things go back to the normal, still-waiting-for-something kind of life.