The Fretful Mother's Blog

During my daily workout (fine, if you want the truth, it’s weekly), I was plodding away on the treadmill when I started feeling not so good. I noticed my heart rate was registering 50 beats above my norm, so I cut back on the speed and it went back down. I cranked it back up after awhile only to have my heart start racing again. I had visions of myself passing out on the machine in the middle of the Y. My head would be caught on the conveyor belt and my face would be rubbed off.
In my vanity I decided I better get off the treadmill and get my heart rate where it should be. What would make me feel better? A cheeseburger, I decided. My vanity is not the smartest. But the heart wants what the heart wants. Next time I’ll skip the treadmill and go straight to Wendy’s. You can never be too safe.

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