So we bought this treadmill…

My exercise bike is stuck in super high gear because it came faulty such that you can’t turn down the resistance. So Sara hates it and won’t work out on it. But she wanted to have *something* to work out with and neither of us would go to a gym or ::shudder:: go outside to workout, so a treadmill it is.

I was against the treadmill because everyone I ever met who owns exercise equipment just has it sitting in some back room and it’s never used. Now I’m fine with that, but if that’s the destiny of all exercise equipment, why not buy something that costs less than $1,000.

That being said, this treadmill is freaking sweet. It has all these programs you can do that adjusts the speed and incline as you go. I like that it forces you to do some workout program and you can’t slow down because you’ll come shooting off the back.

The treadmill shakes the whole apartment and sometimes things fall off of the TV shelf thing. I already apologized to the people below us, but they said they didn’t mind they just wondered what the hell that noise was. They said it was payback for their baby crying all the time, but we never hear their baby.

One bad thing is that it takes up the entire living room. I wish it had some sweet racing stripes or flames or something on the side. Then it would be like art.

Sara and I also bought running shoes. Now when does the fat start sloughing off?