I finally joined a gym. It is officially cold outside, snowing, even, and I don’t like running (or doing much of anything outside) once it is this cold outside. (I know, my family in Wisconsin would laugh at this but it is true, I am a total weather wimp, and not ashamed at all to admit it.) There is a new gym by my house–it is cheap, close, clean, and contract free. I am in the process of saving my money to join the beautiful fitness club of my dreams with a full size pool and amazing facilities and childcare!, but until that happens (anyone want a custom quilt?) I’m going to be working out with my friends, inside, at the no frills gym. I’m okay with that.
I do not, however, like running on a treadmill. You see, you don’t go anywhere. You don’t get to look at anything except Supernannny or Minute to Win It, both of which were entertaining, but not nearly as nice as being outside. I was totally unprepared, I didn’t even bring headphones, because I usually run outside sans music. Running without headphones helps me think, unless I’m really tired or really out of shape, and then music is a great distraction. I have a like/dislike affair with running, and the treadmill experience of last night falls squarely in the “dislike” category. Much different than running outside three weeks ago.
I’m done complaining. But it won’t stop me from echoing my four year old, who has been praying for spring to come quickly. I’m with you, kid.
And finally, a picture. I’ve been sewing up a storm lately, and its been nice. I try to pick one day to sew, usually Wednesdays, and anything other than that is a bonus. I sew in my living room, and it minimizes the chaos for the rest of the week a bit–I’m not a “neat” creator. This mug rug is for my grandma for her birthday. It turned out a bit more masculine than I had intended, I hope the quilting softens it a bit. Regardless, I liked it and hope she does too.
Do you remember discussing metaphors in a high school English class, and your teacher (or maybe it was my dad) said that if you have to spell out the metaphor, it isn’t a very good one? Yeah? Well, I’m going to do it anyway. The quilting on this reminded me of a pilot doing a barrel roll, or flips, or crazy dives. So, maybe these geese are having a little more fun than the normal, old, flying in a V routine. They are intrepid flying geese. (Sorry to make you cringe, dad. It was worth at least a C+, right?)