Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

There was a time when a delivery like this would inspire awe and reverence in me; when I would have thought, “My very salvation has arrived.” In the past, I would look to a piece of equipment this large and powerful and assign to it all of my hopes and dreams for change. Here is the answer, I might think, to all of my questions: the solution to all of my problems.

But, when the new treadmill arrived, I didn’t find myself thinking about magical powers or easy answers. No, I stood, arms crossed, as the deliveryman kindly assembled the machine, and thought:

This is a tool like any other tool. It must be picked up and used if it is to do any good.