It had to happen sooner or later. The treadmill couldn’t possibly sit upright in the corner of the living room forever, could it? Surely there would come a time when the realization that it has become a very expensive clothes hanger would finally force me to take some form of action. Sell it? Give it away? Take it out back and bury it?
Last night was the night.
30 mins (and 201 calories burnt) later I was hoping that the Mayans were right about 2012. And sooner rather than later!
This morning my legs are killing me. I’m not shocked by that. My arms are sore though, and that seems a little odd, but I guess everything is connected somehow.