#treadmill - Hello Poetry

It’s a rainy, snowy Tuesday morning, so I headed to our fitness center (in the basement) to walk on a treadmill. On arrival there were four or five guys there. There was a time when that would have been reason enough for me to not go in - if I was alone - I’d skip it, but I feel more at home now. Late one Sunday night I decided to treadmill. A few guys were there on the weight-cable-machines at the far end of the room (it’s huge) and I decided give it a try anyway. As I was setting up to walk, this one string-bean of a guy did a funny, exaggerated flex in my direction, saying loudly, “I’m the man of your DREAMS!” To which I quipped back, “The man of MY dreams would do my chemistry fact-sheet.” (homework) Which got a laugh from the guys who went back to their workout - ignoring me. That’s when I began to relax.

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Jan 25, 2022

Jan 25, 2022 at 8:00 AM UTC

anaisvionet

treadmill season

It’s a rainy, snowy Tuesday morning, so I headed to our fitness center (in the basement) to walk on a treadmill. On arrival there were four or five guys there. There was a time when that would have been reason enough for me to not go in - if I was alone - I’d skip it, but I feel more at home now. Late one Sunday night I decided to treadmill. A few guys were there on the weight-cable-machines at the far end of the room (it’s huge) and I decided give it a try anyway. As I was setting up to walk, this one string-bean of a guy did a funny, exaggerated flex in my direction, saying loudly, “I’m the man of your DREAMS!” To which I quipped back, “The man of MY dreams would do my chemistry fact-sheet.” (homework) Which got a laugh from the guys who went back to their workout - ignoring me. That’s when I began to relax.

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I'm running on a treadmill sweat is dripping down my face I'm running on a treadmill can I keep up with the pace I'm running like I'm being chased. I'm running to a place that doesn't exist. I'm running running running waiting for someone to assist me. I'm learning more about myself but also watching everyone flee from me, I'm running towards something that I'm not sure was meant to be I'm running and my ears are starting ring ring RING! Its starting to sting I'm running away from something thats attached I'm running to catch something that wasn't meant to be catched

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Dec 11, 2020

Dec 11, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC

Victoriagarmsey

Treadmill

I'm running on a treadmill sweat is dripping down my face I'm running on a treadmill can I keep up with the pace I'm running like I'm being chased. I'm running to a place that doesn't exist. I'm running running running waiting for someone to assist me. I'm learning more about myself but also watching everyone flee from me, I'm running towards something that I'm not sure was meant to be I'm running and my ears are starting ring ring RING! Its starting to sting I'm running away from something thats attached I'm running to catch something that wasn't meant to be catched

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****** treadmill run fast life of dead will can't last. Druggie dreaming money scheming problems teeming like goblins screaming for honey feeding. We play the Duke and Earl for employment we're tarred and feathered for enjoyment cracking our avatars of annoyance we learn townspeople avoidance. Drifting like a raft on a river the Mississippi becomes the Ohio a bridge extending from Kentucky enters Cincinnati over dormant currents. Addicts wander like an incomplete translation of a foreign language unable to understand their anguish society deems them brainless vagrants. A card to use play dumb light the fuse draw gun. Treadmill running looking for something hedonist hunting life is about one thing. I've been warned for the first time before I'll be warned for the first time again just trying to ignore what's in store death is not a matter of if—but when.

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Dec 2, 2019

Dec 2, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Treadmill

****** treadmill run fast life of dead will can't last. Druggie dreaming money scheming problems teeming like goblins screaming for honey feeding. We play the Duke and Earl for employment we're tarred and feathered for enjoyment cracking our avatars of annoyance we learn townspeople avoidance. Drifting like a raft on a river the Mississippi becomes the Ohio a bridge extending from Kentucky enters Cincinnati over dormant currents. Addicts wander like an incomplete translation of a foreign language unable to understand their anguish society deems them brainless vagrants. A card to use play dumb light the fuse draw gun. Treadmill running looking for something hedonist hunting life is about one thing. I've been warned for the first time before I'll be warned for the first time again just trying to ignore what's in store death is not a matter of if—but when.

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Sweat trickles down my nose And onto my gasping lips Begging for a gulp of air, Begging for sweet relief As my legs start to go numb And my ears ring, head pounds But I keep going and going... Until I hear it cry out “2 miles, Workout Complete”

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC

vr2018

Trampsy Treadmill

Sweat trickles down my nose And onto my gasping lips Begging for a gulp of air, Begging for sweet relief As my legs start to go numb And my ears ring, head pounds But I keep going and going... Until I hear it cry out “2 miles, Workout Complete”

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I'm in a treadmill in my mind, It's like a hamster in a cage. Claw and scratch, but I'm confined, Till I go off the pressure gauge. So I let out a little steam, From the cooker in my brain, It's not like I can simply dream, Because I'm becoming insane. I'm in a treadmill in my mind, Look closer and you will find, That the treadmill is designed, To be a never-ending grind.

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC

Dybbuk

Treadmill

I'm in a treadmill in my mind, It's like a hamster in a cage. Claw and scratch, but I'm confined, Till I go off the pressure gauge. So I let out a little steam, From the cooker in my brain, It's not like I can simply dream, Because I'm becoming insane. I'm in a treadmill in my mind, Look closer and you will find, That the treadmill is designed, To be a never-ending grind.

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Living through my tragic life, and then talking about it to the point where I can't even defend myself. It's killing me. There's no point to standing up for yourself. And no point in arguing ever if you're right. Living my life, and then being sad about it. Telling people who can't help me. It's like being on a treadmill. It's exhausting without going anywhere.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC

Swingline

Exercise

Living through my tragic life, and then talking about it to the point where I can't even defend myself. It's killing me. There's no point to standing up for yourself. And no point in arguing ever if you're right. Living my life, and then being sad about it. Telling people who can't help me. It's like being on a treadmill. It's exhausting without going anywhere.

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I buried my roots in new-age spirituality. It nourished me with words like *water, soil sunshine* and promised a harvest. They say *the hand that points to the moon, is not the moon* and I was thirsty. My entitlement told me I should not be humbled by a glass of water when what I desire is a spring. Well the spring never came and my cup became just another empty glass. Now I've stepped off my hedonic treadmill. My frail body was not designed to withstand the aches of running. I'm a tall woman, albeit small. I was built to see the little things from great heights. And so it became my glass of water turned to wine.

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Apr 18, 2017

Apr 18, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC

beau-grey

Hedonic Treadmill

I buried my roots in new-age spirituality. It nourished me with words like *water, soil sunshine* and promised a harvest. They say *the hand that points to the moon, is not the moon* and I was thirsty. My entitlement told me I should not be humbled by a glass of water when what I desire is a spring. Well the spring never came and my cup became just another empty glass. Now I've stepped off my hedonic treadmill. My frail body was not designed to withstand the aches of running. I'm a tall woman, albeit small. I was built to see the little things from great heights. And so it became my glass of water turned to wine.

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How to get off the treadmill, We've all been workers, through the mill, In golden days, we step back, Cut all the young ones some slack, Their time for the great Oz dream, Is the economy what it seems? At our age we've been through the mill, Our golden years, off the treadmill....

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC

julie-grenness

OUR GOLDEN YEARS....

How to get off the treadmill, We've all been workers, through the mill, In golden days, we step back, Cut all the young ones some slack, Their time for the great Oz dream, Is the economy what it seems? At our age we've been through the mill, Our golden years, off the treadmill....

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