…yes it was. However, in my defense, I did practice breathwork while I turned up the volume on my iPod, and readjusted the earphones so they wouldn’t fall out. Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale. I had a wonderful rhythm going and found I really wasn’t getting tired. I kept a good pace, and enjoyed myself thoroughly. ..its called ‘breathwalk.’ When it is raining outside for seven days straight, when the sun doesn’t show itself even in appreciation of your 108th sun salutation…its time to hit the treadmill.
As I stepped off the belt for some forward bends, Bozo, my dog ran excitedly to my feet, ready to give his particular brand of pedicure which involves copious amounts of dog slobber. Finally, he realized I was going to be doing that ‘mat stuff’ where he hogs the mat and I keep pushing him off with whatever limb happens to move his way. I don’t think he liked the treadmill as much as I did, no feet to lick, no mat to fight for. It isn’t likely I’ll be giving up the mat…but every once in a while the treadmill is a fine alternative.
Just remember to ‘breathwalk’