No, no, NO! Not happy to be on the treadmill, that part stunk! ~ Although it was a muggy 92 degrees outside, so if I was going to be a martyr and insist on running, I guess in that sense, being on the treadmill in the air-conditioned gym should have made me happy.
That's not why I was happy.
I was happy because of the view out the window.
My neighborhood gym is in the clubhouse by the pool. When I use the treadmill I'm forced to either close the blinds or look out into the pool area.
On this particular Sunday afternoon, I'd opened the blinds, because my view included my children and Lawn Boy frolicking in the pool.
It wasn't so long ago that this couldn't have happened.
I couldn't have done both the pool AND the gym because there was no one to watch my children.
On this day, I could. I could get in a run while my children played happily and then I could join them afterward.
As I looked out and saw them shoot hoops in the pool basketball net and tackle LB so they could be thrown again, it all looked so... NORMAL.
This is what I always thought I'd have.
Now that I do, I'm so thankful, because if life hadn't kicked me in the butt 7 years ago, I may not have ever been able to appreciate this moment in all it's 'normalness.' I may have taken it for granted.
I am happy...
...And I know it.
I'm clapping my hands, stomping my feet, and shouting "HOORAY!"
sorry, I couldn't help myself. *SMH*