Who needs a trainer?

Maizie has a habit of sitting at the end of the treadmill and staring at me when I run. I can almost hear her silently judging me, “You call that a workout? I can run faster than that. You’re weak…go, go, GO!” The thing is, I sometimes find myself going a little faster and running a little longer. So I suppose it’s motivating. But still slightly creepy.


My Mickey Goldmill



One thought on “Who needs a trainer?

  1. Hmmm. The girls and I just stare at the treadmill and say maybe later. At least we’re all on the same page about that.

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