My basement is so NOT sick

You know how, when you're really sick, aaallll you want is to feel better but when you're on top of the world, you conveniently forget how much you have to be thankful for? Or, when things are so NOT going your way and even the littlest thing is frustrating all you want is for obstacles to move out of your way, but when the path is clear the memory of frustrations is out of your mind?

I just want to say that after all the crazy frustration that converting our basement into some semblance of a home gym, I just LOVE having it down there for me. Yeah, getting it cleaned out was a pain. And yeah, the night spent finding all the plugs and cords meant a missed LSD. And you never even heard about the issues with the television that couldn't go loud enough to be heard over the din of the dreadmill. I thought I was condemned to a winter of watching only foreign films.

Sigh.

But all is solved now. Yeah! Last night, after a long day of tons of errands and cleaning, I was able to get a quick 3 miles in while watching Cops. Quick and casual. Like the drive through of run training, but without the guilt. So nice. I love convenience! So, I just had to acknowledge that the basement does not have a runny nose or a hacking cough. Rather, it's a perfectly healthy, perfectly convenient, just plain perfect little spot for me to spend some time alone...with my running shoes, free weights, and my favorite officers of the law.

Now if only I had a bike trainer down there, too. And a pool.

I know, I know. But a girl can dream, right?