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Last night was the first night I really missed him.
May he rest in peace.
No, no, no. Nobody has died, not yet anyway.
I am in mourning not for a person nor pet. No, I am in mourning for my treadmill. After many years of service, the last three being fairly intense, my familiar friend TM has become injured beyond repair.
Like a horse with a broken leg, it may be time to put TM down.
His first injury was actually a little over a year ago when the elevation motor died. At the time I wasn’t too worried because I was training for an incredibly flat marathon (Smuttynose).
But it finally happened.
A few weeks ago, while trying to get myself back into the groove of running, I hopped on TM for a quick 8-miler.
You may ask, why didn’t you just go outside? Honestly, as much as I love running outside, there is something very zen about hopping on a treadmill and being able to turn the brain completely off – plus, I find it a good opportunity to catch up on shows Jess doesn’t like on my DVR.
But I digress…
About 4 miles in I heard a loud “CRACK” and suddenly the ride got a little bouncy – not overly so, but I definitely felt like I was running on a small trampoline. As long as I didn’t run down the center of TM, it didn’t get too bad. He had essentially split down the middle. I was determined to get my 8 miles in, but I now had to run with my feet slightly apart. The zen running was no longer very zen. I did manage to zone out a little but as I passed 7 miles I started to hear a flap! flap! flap!. I looked down in horror to see that the tread of the treadmill was coming apart at the seams.
It was time to stop.
At this point, I realized that TM was probably beyond repair, or that at the very least, the cost of fixing him would be more than simply replacing him. Unfortunately, these are tough economic times, so a replacement will have to be held off for quite a while – as much as running is a necessity to me, a treadmill is a luxury. Ultimately, outside running is better for you anyway, and I do enjoy time in the fresh air.
But last night, as I contemplated going out for a late-night run, I realized just how much I will miss my dear friend TM. We got our first snow of the year last night, and it wasn’t a children’s storybook gentle snow – it was a cold, hard, unpleasant snow. As I walked the dog, I quickly decided that my run could wait another day. As much as I needed a run, I didn’t need to be running in miserable weather.
And so I mourn.
Rest in peace dear friend. You served me well. Hopefully you are up in Heaven keeping the angels in shape.