Outnumbered Two to One

What’s this HASAY all about?

My darling teen had been dropping hints for weeks.

She wanted a treadmill. A treadmill would make exercising easier. A treadmill would make exercising fun. A treadmill was all that stood between her and her lofty fitness goals, goals that once attained would make her a happier, more pleasant person to be around. Riiiiight…

The Wii Fit wasn’t good enough.

The multitude of shelved aerobics DVDs were lame.

The stationary bike was for losers.

Only a treadmill would do.

Unfortunately for her a treadmill wasn’t in the budget.

Enter my lovely sister with a crowded garage and a dusty, but perfectly functional treadmill that was at the time being used as toy shelving. One mom’s castoff is another mom’s clutter.

As of yesterday, we are the proud owners of one space saver treadmill with complimentary hand weights and a convenient water bottle holder. I suppose you could fit a bottle of pretty much anything in there, but for the purposes of this post we’ll assume it’s water. 

So far all of the children have tested the treadmill at least once. And today, I revisited my abandoned fitness endeavor and hopped on that baby for a thirty minute interval work out. It made me realize, once again, how out of shape I really am, when one minute of light jogging makes me feel like my heart is going to burst. That’s a good thing right? That means it’s working, doesn’t it?

Fortunately I avoided the coronary and live to jog another day. And my teen has also ventured on a couple of times. Whether she’s happier or more pleasant remains to be seen.

I’m hoping the treadmill stays active though, as soon as it starts collecting dust I’m going to have to find another relative to donate it to.