It was the weekend of free stuff. On Saturday morning, my dad called and said they were clearing out their basement and had a lot of items to give away, if we wanted to take a look. Sure, I said. I love free stuff! Very little could make me happier than free stuff! Top of the clear-out list was this treadmill. "I could probably turn it into a treadmill desk for you, if you'd like," he offered. (He reads my blog.)
I'd literally just given up on the idea of having a treadmill desk -- I'd been pricing out the options last week, and come around to the conclusion that it wasn't feasible in the short-term. I kid you not, I made this decision on Friday. The very next day, I have a treadmill desk.* (*Technically, I don't have the desk part yet -- it will be a simple removable platform to hold my laptop -- but it's coming soon!)
Yesterday was a very icy day. People were walking in the street to avoid the sidewalks. I was going stir-crazy from a) too much on my mind, b) driving to Mississauga for an early soccer game, and c) lack of exercise. C) was the only factor I could actually actively affect. Forget the ice outside. I changed into work-out clothes, got on my new (free!) treadmill and ran for 50 minutes.
As I ran, the kids kept turning up in the doorway. When I stepped off, each kid wanted a turn -- and then another. I laid out the ground rules: no one is allowed to use it without supervision/permission, and you have to attach the safety cord. Also, after AppleApple's trial run, we decided no bare feet allowed. Ouch.
The results were visible: rosy cheeks, sweaty faces, improved moods, happy dinner chatter. CJ even managed to run for half a mile. AppleApple has devised a treadmill schedule, so that kids can sign up for half hour intervals. (Included on the schedule is a note saying that Mom's schedule can over-ride what's on the sign-up sheet. Phew. And I didn't even tell her to add that clause.)
What's slightly amazing is how perfectly the treadmill fits in the office, as if this space has been awaiting its arrival. It's a tiny room, but it can accommodate an awful lot. I've got my great aunt Alice's cozy little rocking chair for reading. I've got a small filing cabinet to contain current odds-and-ends and another for office supplies, which also holds my reading lamp. The dog beds fit. The treadmill folds up, which means there's still room for yoga. I would like to think of this as a space dedicated to reading, writing, research, running, walking, and yoga. It's a space dedicated to quiet contemplation and reflection, and to physical movement and health. Stillness and motion. Mind and body. The ephemeral and the visceral. A room of my own.Labels: exercise, family, kids, office, play, running, treadmill desk, work, writing