This past weekend, Mr. Engineer got me a present. Something shiny and beautiful that I’ll be sure to cherish. Something that clearly conveys his love and affection.
He gave me A TREADMILL!
It’s the Spirit Fitness CT800. It’s commercial grade, can incline up to 15%, and go 16 kmph (about 10 mph…aka plenty fast for me!) It’s commercial-grade so it’s pretty heavy duty and it’s solid enough to run 22 miles on and not bust a knee.
I never thought there would come a day when I’d be SO EXCITED to have a treadmill mere steps away, but boy am I. While I do have access to a gym (for now, anyways…the system here is screwy) after calling a car, waiting for it, getting there (sometimes there’s traffic) it’s usually somewhere in the neighborhood of an hour from the time it enters my noggin I’d like to run to the time I can actually do it.
And if you’ve ever struggled with motivation, you know how much that sucks. Right?
I quickly realized one of the things that was really killing me here was the loss of that freedom to just put my shoes on and go. Even when it was a million degrees in Houston and heading out the door would have been deadly, we had a gym in our building–so a run was just an elevator ride away. Since the outdoor option is even less convenient (and safe) here than the wait-an-hour gig, having a treadmill at my disposal is pretty damn amazing.
Here are some photos of the assemblage and her maiden voyage! (ALL courtesy of screen grabs because my computer is being a jackass and refusing to recognize any of these photos as an upload-able file. Jerk. After three days of screwing with it, I’ve given up.)
(PS I’m totally wearing shorts. Promise.)