I proudly waltzed into the bedroom and announced my plan to Sam, who immediately wanted to know if he should put the ambulance service on speed dial, and by the way was I going to behave myself? Promising I would not be trying any stunts down there, I opened the basement door and headed downstairs.
Ipod in hand I walked over to the treadmill , noticing my glass of water next to it from the last time. Having not been downstairs since that awful day, I was a little nervous and the popping of my sternum still rang in my ears. But being that I have gained 10 pounds over the last few months it was time to get back on the horse that threw me.
Facing forward on the machine, I set the speed to 3.5 mph and left the incline on 8, put my headphones on for some Lady Gaga and hit the start button. I completed my 30 minute workout with a sense of accomplishment Turning to go back upstairs with sweat everywhere including my ears, I thought I heard something from the vicinity of the treadmill,"Theresa, you ignorant slut, why don't you come back and try that running backwards thing again?" I ran up the stairs careful not to trip and shut the basement door behind me.
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