RIP Treadmill

I guess this is an ode to a "friend" who has kept me company. My treadmill has kept me going each morning anywhere from 30-75 minutes at a brisk walk or jog. Inclines, sprints, intervals or just plain ol' steady paces. It was my escape from being "just a mom," referee, house keeper, maid or someone else's helper. It was "me" time. It took me a long time to learn that I was allowed to have such time. Now I cherish that time. My treadmill has failed me.

There is nothing else Chad can do. I know, it is just a thing. I know it is just a piece of metal. But to me, it was my escape! It was my happy place where I got to sweat off my frustration, thoughts and lift up my prayers with no interruptions.

In due time that hunk of metal in the "everything room" will be replaced by another hunk of metal that will allow me to escape once again. Until then I will find a way somehow, someway to escape.

Patience, Alicia. Patience.