Yeah. Okay. Fine. Whatever.
I can roll with it. This morning, I layered up in my finest winter wear again. But I refuse to wear the Frankenstein snow boots in April. My toes froze in my hiking boots, but it's the principle of the thing.
I returned home, made some comfort coffee, and settled in for some comfort math. But first I decided to check my facebook page. Oh great, a bunch of Colorado friends feel it necessary to put up snow pictures and (expletive laced) snow status updates. Like I need to relive it all while back INSIDE the house during my thaw time.
Then I put a comfort camping photo for my desktop wallpaper.
Attitude is everything.
Speaking of which, I was running on the treadmill this snowy morning, trying to convince my brain that I wasn't. I've found that treadmill enjoyment requires iTunes and daydreams. So I was treading that mill and daydreaming about high school track days while listening to Justin Timberlake sing about me, because I'm certain that I'm his muse.
Anyways, I'm having a good old time, and I guess I got a little too into it. I caught the cord of my earbuds with my hand. My iPod was sitting on the treadmill console, so whacking the earbud cord pulled it off its perch, thus subjecting it to the pull of gravity, disconnecting it from the earbuds, and sending it to the speeding belt of the treadmill. This series of unfortunate events snapped me out of my daydream and forced me to remember that I was actually on a treadmill in a little room rather than winning that big race while boyfriend Justin cheered me on.
I was glad I didn't step on it, but I stopped running to pick it up, and I could not find the thing. I figured it must've gone flying off the belt, landing somewhere behind the treadmill ala George Jetson, right? Wrong. After an exhaustive search, I found the poor thing lying in front and a little to the right of the treadmill. How it got there is a mystery of physics.
At least the tunes fired right back up again.
And how is your day going?