Treadmill and its implications

We have arrived in life. Rekha and I are now proud owners of a treadmill.

On Friday evening I had washed my running shoes and left them for drying.

The treadmill was bought on 8th Oct (Saturday) and was delivered home at 2.30 p.m.. Since my running shoes were still wet I had to wear my black-leather shoes to jog on the treadmill. Rekha, for whom we were to buy running shoes in the evening, couldn`t wait and ended up using the same black-leather shoes.

After two hours of running…at 4.30 p.m…. we realized that in our excitement we had forgotten lunch. Pizza was ordered. Since Rekha refused to get off the fitness equipment, pizza and coke were delivered on the treadmill.

It must have been 11 p.m. when we agreed to get off the treadmill. And anyways in the eight hours of running we had realized that in a treadmill you only run and run and run and run and run and go nowhere!

Our intensity didn`t come down on Sunday. On Monday we hired Professional Movers & Packers to pack and transport us to our respective offices. It was a good deal…they even agreed to bring us back in the evening.

According to my Physical Education teacher (who still thinks the World is flat…it is another thing that the football field is his World)…it takes more than 12 hours for lactic acid to form in overworked muscles. It happened a little sooner for us. Half-way through the day my legs started paining. I could not move…and for a while I had to get into an unoccupied washroom and sit on the potty. I did look for an occupied potty (we could have chatted a while even as we sat) but the occupants were not willing. Pity, that was the time my boss had to call me up for a lecture on “standing on my own legs.”

Rekha also faced similar problems. But being the polished lady that she is…she bit her tongue and endured the pain. We are going to a tongue-twister-ologist tomorrow.

We didn`t resort to treadmilling – that is running on the treadmill – (it is an equivalent of ‘Googling`) on Monday. Guess, because of the excruciating pain that accompanied any movement of the limbs.

Monday evening…and Monday night and Tuesday`s pre-dawn hours were spent in front of the TV watching a channel called “God-10″…by mistake we had placed the TV remote three meters away… thus couldn`t change the TV channel.

Rekha now resembles Katrina Waif and I look like Waif Ali Khan. And it has been 52 hours since we last touched our new treadmill. No wonder…when intelligent people see treadmills, they start running!