The treadmill

I often think about the treadmill. It shows up in my dreams, there's one at my gym that helped me figure out much I'm actually walking at the dog park (.23 miles per lap), we talk about "getting back on the treadmill" when we need to get back to our routine.

I feel like I've fallen off of the treadmill of exercise as I've embraced the treadmill of laundry,; lost the groove of running into my old pals when I've been running meetings, left the routine of garden behind when I spend more time considering different types of dementia.

It's a challenge to find out which treadmill is attractive and attainable. And all of them are better than being a rat on a spinning wheel - - -another visual image of mine!