I'm into my workouts, lately. So much so that I've set up my matchbox-sized room with a set of hand weights, resistance bands, a jump rope, exercise mat, balance ball and exercise DVDs. The latest addition? The Ab Wheel.
Old school, inexpensive, and (I am discovering) effective, the Ab Wheel is my new favorite (old) toy. Thank goodness for the invention of the bedroom door, to spare my housemates the sight of my new nightly habit of kneeling on the floor, paying homage to my exercise mat via the fluid motion of the dual wheel.
I just had an out loud thought while using the wheel; "I really should be spending more time writing, if I'm really going to go for my MFA"
My roommate replied, through the closed door, "but with what time? You're always at work, or working out, or just out."
Truth. I'm always at work. Or working out. Or just out.
Excuses. I'm always at work. Or working out. Or just out.
If I can have out loud thoughts while riding the Ab Wheel wave, why can't I record them?
But - ah Ha - "I can!" She realizes.
Next new favorite (old) toy: the tape recorder.
I love retro technology.
