The Treadmill People, that is. My health club is on the second floor of an office building that overlooks the el platform. On days that I haven't been able to (or haven't felt like) working out, I often look wistfully and a bit guiltily at them and say to myself, "Oh, look at the Treadmill People go!"
Well so far this week, I have already worked out twice. Not hard. Just enough cardio to work up a sweat and just enough time on the machine to work out some kinks. But still, it feels good.
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These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
God for you!
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