Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Mediating Meditation

The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend. The tread mill is my friend...

Phffft.

5 comments:

jaime said...

Amen.

FrenziedFeline said...

LOL!

I have a stationary bike that brings out the same in me. :)

Michelle said...

I really liked the treadmill...before I owned one. Now it looms in the bedroom.

TECH said...

How about this: The treadmill isn't your friend. In fact, it's your enemy! And you're punishing it every time you walk on it!

Or use it to work out your work frustrations. I like to imagine my boss being beneath the belt of my treadmill. And the belt has a strip of sandpaper on it. And maybe a device that sprays him with lemon juice ...

Michelle said...

LOLOLOL

OK! I think that would work...