The saddest thing happened to me yesterday.
My treadmill broke.
It stopped all of a sudden. And then I smelled smoke.
I let it cool, took it apart and inspected the wires. But every time I tried to turn it on, blown circuit, smoke smell and a spark.
What was I going to do?
I had finished my 50 miles for the week, I was on my cool down. Today was my rest day. I had time.
I called in for a repair. Steve was assigned my case and would call me back. Steve never called…..
My graceful waiting started to fade
My treadmill was 6 years old. I had put 10,000 miles on it. Wasn’t it time to get a new one?
I have a gym membership, and I can get to the gym as easily as I can get to the trails. Which means, not very easily. I have three young kids that keep me home.
A non running mommy is an unhappy mommy
I had to do something. So I called for back up. And once again, my faithful superhero dad came running to my help’
A few hours later, the old treadmill was out the door and the new treadmill was assembled and ready to go.
When I started the treadmill for the first time, my youngest son was with me eating cookies. I took a few steps and we cheered, him spitting cookie crumbs all over my new machine.
As you can tell, I am happy. I have a love hate relationship with my treadmill. I realized today it is more love than hate. And I learned I can only go 24 hours without a working treadmill in the house.
And off I go! To take a few more treadmill steps!