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Running with Sizzle

Jumping on the treadmill to tranquility

-Jill Coury

I am not sure what comes to mind when you hear the word treadmill, but for me it conjures up painful memories of returning home from freshman year of college. Let's just say I was struggling academically, but I had blossomed socially - and blossom I did, with a weight gain of 35 pounds.

I remember that summer well. My mom tried to ignore my wardrobe, while my brother would point and poke snide little remarks at me, like "Where do you plan on parking that thing?" while pointing to my rear side. Dad took a different approach.

My dad was an avid runner; he could sprint like a cheetah with minimum effort. Every day, after returning home from my summer job, I would follow him to the local park for what I like to refer to as pure torture. As he glided through the trails with lightning speed, I huffed and puffed, trying to carry the extra package that had accumulated during the school year. read more...