This morning, I took my life in my hands and ran on a Treadmill (TM).

Over the course of my life, I have run on a TM a grand total of two times.  Both of these attempts have ended in disaster.  I have managed to go flying off the back end of those contraptions and lay in a mangled heap on the floor.  It is humiliating and embarrassing.

TM’s are not my friend.

Seeing as MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I are in Atlanta, Georgia, for a few days this week, I am electing to run on the hotel’s TM.

I have been in Atlanta only one other time in my life. 22 years ago on my 30th birthday.  I tried to go to a local gym during that visit, only to discover that every. single. street. in Atlanta is named Peachtree.  I was so lost!  Phooey on that!

This time, I am staying put in the hotel.  They have a nice mini gym equipped with three very nice TM’s.  That’s why I am running on a TM.

These TM’s have a TV attached to them.  They also face the street.  I elected to people watch while running.  I could do that all day!

So, I was trucking along on my run, watching the people and traffic go by when right in front of me, a Little Debbie’s Nutty Bar truck drove by.  I realized at that moment that I have not had a Nutty Bar in over a week!  Sudden, intense withdrawal symptoms ensued.

After my run, I came back upstairs to our room, showered and went down to the hotel restaurant for some lunch.  I had not had any breakfast and was hungry.  I was hoping they would have something chocolate on the menu.  I was really, really, really wanting some after seeing that Nutty Bar truck.

I struck out.  No chocolate.  Sad Panda.

So, here I am in the Hyatt Regency in Atlanta, Georgia, trying to figure out how to get a Nutty Bar.

I should have hi-jacked that truck while I had the chance, huh?   HA!

*I had a successful run, BTW.  The run was uneventful and I remained vertical for the entire run.   #Success