Finally she came over to the side of the treadmill and said, "Mom! When you're done treadmilling, can you get me some apple juice?"
Treadmilling? I thought I was sweating profusely and trying to breathe while focusing intently on losing this baby weight (the "baby" is 19 months old, by the way), walking my way to 4 miles.
Why not walk outside, you say? Well, I love walking outside. But not if I have to push a double stroller with an incessantly talking four year old and a 19 month old boy. And not early in the morning (my usual time on the treadmill), when it's pitch black, cold, and too, too quiet in our wooded neighborhood where most people own big dogs. No siree.
I like treadmilling better.