Treading

Michael quit his job.

Have I talked about that yet on here? I don’t think I have. He is leaving his job at a fairly sizable company to pursue a position with a friend/former coworker of his who started his own business last year. It’s a risk, but obviously a calculated one, and this will mean that Michael will reap the benefits of his own hard work—instead of just making more money for the big guys. He starts next week.

This has been coming on for a while, so we’ve been preparing. Michael will now be working from home, so he needed a designated office space. And although we have four bedrooms, one is our master, two are kids’ rooms, and one is a guest room that we don’t want to give up. So that left one suitable spot: the finished portion of our basement. We’ve been working on transforming that space for several weeks now, and I’ll share some good before/after photos when we’re finally done with it. (It still needs a fair amount of finishing touches.)

But one of the benefits of finally getting this space organized and liveable?

This guy. I’ve been wanting to get a treadmill since we moved in here. And the day finally came.

We bought it from Sears a few weeks ago. It’s a NordicTrack T5.5, and it’s niiiice. Well, I like it anyway, but I don’t need a ton of bells and whistles on my treadmill, either.

My brother and Michael went to pick it up with my brother’s truck, then the two of them hauled this big-ass thing down into the basement. It came in a pretty compact box, considering what was inside of it, but the thing weighed 200 lbs. It was also not overly simple to put together. Not hard, but time-consuming.

Anyway, it has been nice to have a good way to exercise, and in our own house. It’s much easier to motivate myself to walk down a few steps in the evenings after Nora goes to bed than it is to drive to a gym. Or go outside in the freezing ass cold. I’ve mostly just been walking (and using the incline), given my current “state,” but it feels good to be moving again. I’ve been occupying myself by watching episodes from old seasons of Grey’s Anatomy (ah, Seasons 1-3… memories!) on the iPad, utilizing our Amazon Prime membership. I find it to make things a lot more bearable than the treadmill at the gym used to be (way back in the day), especially since I am not one of those people who can read while on a treadmill.

Hopefully I can keep this up. I walked A LOT during my pregnancy with Nora—but outside, because spring ACTUALLY CAME that year—and as a result, felt like I was in pretty good shape when she was born. I want to feel like that again, and of course, would not turn down another quick labor. I don’t know if the walking contributed to that, but hey, it can’t hurt.