Tales from the Treadmill (The Home Edition)

Okay, so we all know I'm back to working out 

after many months of not working out since I had my surgery.

This time I'm working out from home.

I really like it.

No fancy clothes, no monthly gym membership, no long drive to the gym.  

So, I bet you're wondering what on earth I could tell you about.

Or, maybe you're not and I'm going to tell it anyways.

I was on the final stretch of my learning to run program. 

 Just a couple of minutes from being done for the day.

So, I'm huffing and puffing along at a speedy 

(okay, I'm old and not a runner - so go with me) 

6 m.p.h.

I only have to do this for 1 minute.  

You can do anything for 60 seconds, right??

So, I'm rocking along - and then I'm not.

The belt stopped.

Seriously.

Stopped dead.

No warning, just stopped dead.

And for this mere 2 seconds I am thrilled that no one saw this sad display of grace.  NOT.

After 8 years my faithful treadmill has died.  

It has done this "act" more than once lately, but thankfully never while I'm running.

Until yesterday.

So, it is going to that junk pile in the sky.

Hubby, loving me like he does, went out last night and bought me a new one.

Nothing out of control or expensive, 

but one that won't cause me to fly over the control panel upon sudden stopping.  

Today I rock Physique 57,

 but I may have to try out the new treadmill for a few minutes

 - just because.