Rain has derailed my plans to take early morning walks, now, two days in a row. In my opinion, it’s Nature’s intrusion into such intended behaviors that makes treadmills appealing. I’ve used treadmills before, though I don’t own one and never have. I’ve thought about buying a treadmill, but issues such as where I’d put it and how often I might use it argue, albeit weakly, that I don’t have sufficient rationale to get one. That weak argument, to which I’ve almost eagerly submitted myself, suggests a lack of commitment. I don’t like a lack of commitment. Perhaps I need to reexamine my arguments. Or, perhaps, I should rejoin the fitness center. Ah, but I don’t much like demonstrating my ineptitude at exercise publicly. Oh, I have reasons aplenty for avoiding commitment to healthy behaviors. Didn’t I just say I don’t like a lack of commitment? Therein lies the problem. Hypocrisy in plain view.
Actually, if I could use the fitness center before it opens for business—if I could be the only client during my exercise regimen—I am relatively sure I’d make the drive to the center every day so I could exercise in private. So, if that’s the case, what’s my argument that I would not use a treadmill here at home? My argument is falling apart, that’s what my argument is.
Hmmm. I wandered away from this post-in-progress for awhile and now I realize I have nothing else to add. So, as a means of reminding myself to focus, I’m posting this as-is.