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Dear Treadmill,

Sunday, July 08, 2012

You are the best gift I ever bought myself. I didn't pay full price for you, but I am happy you are here. I promise to never let you collect dust, or laundry, but I can't promise to keep the cat hair off of you...the cat hair is everywhere, and it only belongs to one of the two cats. Sorry.

Thank you for taking me out of my funk.
Thank you for being available when I feel like running...or walking...or wagging.
Thank you for not being too loud for my neighbors downstairs (tho we'll still have to see how they feel when I'm using you at 4:30am once school starts).
Thank you for not judging me or what I look like or how heavy I am.
Thank you for letting me pick my own pace.
Thank you for not nagging that I'm going too slow.
Thank you for not waiting for me at the corner making me feel bad that I'm not as fast as you can go.
Thank you for letting me choose my hills.
Thank you for not making me buy you a beer because I was slow.
Thank you for helping me clear my mind and not think for a while.
Thank you for being inside so I can run whenever I want...even if it's 10 minutes here, 10 minutes there, 30 minutes, or a whole hour.
Thank you for not making me drive to the gym to visit you, where everyone can see me and I feel self conscious.
Thank you for not telling (or asking) me how much I weigh every time I start.
Thank you for not being too loud so I can still watch Netflix or Hulu on the iPad with or without earbuds.
Thank you for having somewhere to stash my water.
Thank you for fitting in my spare room.
Thank you for helping me remember that I do love to run and I love how I feel afterwards even if it isn't a race.
Thank you for not judging me when I take walk breaks...or just walk altogether.
Thank you for accepting me the way I am.

See you tomorrow.
Love, Me
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