Now that we’ve passed the annual three days of sunshine that constitutes the Fort William summer, I’ve been thinking about how I can continue to keep active when it’s inevitably pishing down with rain outside. I mean, sure, I could just walk outside but, on the other hand, I don’t want to catch hypothermia and die.
So, after a bit of thought, I spent an afternoon last week bodging together this walking desk. My theory was that I could write and walk at the same time, knocking out words and steps at the same time.
My first attempt didn’t go well. I got in place, had the laptop all ready to go, and then accidentally hit the wrong button on the treadmill, so it went from zero to ten miles per hour in the space of about five seconds.
Because I wasn’t even remotely prepared for this, I ended up frantically sort of skating backwards, arms flailing wildly, before being shot off the back of the treadmill and into the bookcase behind me.
The sensible choice at that point would probably have been to pack the whole thing away, but I persevered, and tried again, this time being careful not to fire myself at the wall at tremendous speed.
I don’t want to jinx it, but now, a few days later, I’m starting to get the hang of it. Today, I managed 3000 words and 8000-odd steps, and only had one near-death experience. That counts as a win in my book.
Maybe tomorrow, I might even think about taking off my crash helmet…