I live my life by a series of rules and these help me make sense of my unordered universe. They are also made in an easy to break format in case any particular rule turns out to be ridiculous.
My latest rule has to do with the treadmill. I'm not a big fan of most forms of exercise and so I decided that in order to walk away a little winter flab, I needed a new rule to help me.
Watching television while I'm walking seems unnatural. If I could fit a couch on the treadmill, I might reconsider. I've tried reading while walking but without those large type books for people with uncooperative eyes, it's too hard to maintain focus. I'd also rather sweat over a book than onto one.
That leaves me with music. Finding the right treadmill music is a daunting task. Melinda June has a treadmill mix that she mentioned but I always have trouble getting my mix to match my stamina and I wind up wanting to crumple and fly off the back.
My new rule is that I get on the old mule and hit random on the iPod. I stay on for 12 full songs no matter the length. I figure that with a few songs clocking in under a minute, I'm golden, that is unless a few of the songs over 13 minutes decide to visit.
The tally so far for 4 attempts at unbecoming a sloth are 2 x 51 minute sessions, 1 x 50 minute sessions and 1 x 41 minutes. The combination of listening, guessing and praying makes me sweat more than the walking does but so far, the rule stands.
Johnny Cash comes up a lot and I like that. Songs I've never gotten around to listening to come up and that's a good thing too. Even some of the quieter songs have shown me moments of motivation.
Should there come a day when this rule becomes unwieldy, I'll trash it and wait for a new one to show me its grace and keep walking on.
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