Ode to the Treadmill

This is a poem for my treadmill and the love-hate relationship we share.

I hate the way your belt keeps turning,

but I just stay in place.

I hate the way I can't ever change you

to the best and perfect pace.

I hate how bored I get of you

and how you seem to lengthen time.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate so much how loud you spin,

how loud my headphones must blare.

I hate it when your numbers taunt me,

and you don't seem to care!

I hate how the scenery doesn't change,

and the minutes seem to crawl.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.

If this sounds familiar, you have probably seen the movie "10 Things I Hate About You."  I tweaked the poem from the end of that movie just a bit in order to serve my own needs.

All that being said, I do not hate my treadmill.  Is it boring at times?  Absolutely.  Do I prefer to be outside in the fresh air? I sure do.  However, the treadmill is a reliable friend that is always there for me when the weather is rough or when I need to work out when it is late (or early) and dark outside.  Any time I want to go for a run, I can.

For that, I am thankful :-)

Thank you for reading, and please check out my fundraising page! My goal is to raise $500 for Riley Hospital for Children before the 500 Festival Mini Marathon on May 2,
http://donate.rileykids.org/goto/staceydraper

My "motivation wall" next to my treadmill