Let’s Get Healthy: Day Twenty-three (AKA Get Thee Behind Me, Satan) #romancefit

Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Leg pain: a solid five, but that’s due to the incoming weather patterns screwing with my joints. CBD oil and ibu should calm everything down by the time I get to bed.

Welp, I knew it was going to happen at some point. One of these days I would spend the day doing stuff, forgetting all about my treadmill friend, and when it came time to take a shower and hit the hay (yes, I take showers at night. I have to — I’ve been drenched in sweat this last week well past midnight) I’d think, “Ya know, I’ve been good. I haven’t missed a day yet. Skipping it one time won’t kill me, and maybe I can make it up tomorrow.”

And it wouldn’t kill me, it really wouldn’t. But … I’d know that I missed it. And that would make me feel, not bad or guilty, but like there was a gap in my day. Like, have you ever had a day when you know you forgot to do something, but you couldn’t remember what? It’s like that.

So I got my shoes on, got on the treadmill (I think I’m going to start calling him Chuck) and banged out thirty minutes to the Femmedance playlist. And now I am showered and about to hit the hay, so g’night.

About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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