I never did give it a name, but our treadmill had 3 different homes over the years... my old apartment, my brother's house, and our current homestead. The last 3 years, I really gave it a run for the money.
It was the home of many speed intervals.
The treadmill is the only place I can really get into those.
It was my docking station for motivation.
I watched many movies and news updates while the 'mill cranked mile after mile.
I made the decision to run my first half marathon on that treadmill.
It was my refuge when weather turned to this...
It was my last resort when the kids were sick or napping.
The treadmill broke down this past spring. We fixed it, only to have it break down again. A new ProForm is on the way... so this weekend we needed to make room for our new baby. Hauling a treadmill out of the basement is never an easy task, but my hubby & dad did it smoothly. Today we made the solemn trip to the dump...
Yes, I climbed in the dumpster to give
one last hug to my trusty treadmill.
It's been a long good run, but now it's time to
REST IN PEACE.