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The stationary treadmill My husband decided to join a gym. He would work out faithfully since he was paying money to do it. He was doing well until gas prices went sky high. To solve that problem I told my husband I would get him a treadmill for Father’s Day. Then we could all use it. We assembled the treadmill and put it in one of our outbuildings. I would sneak out and get on the treadmill and walk. I could not even last five minutes. It concerned me, so I began telling my daughter or husband when I went, so if I didn’t return in a reasonable time they could call 911. Much to my sorrow I never could do any better. Six minutes had become my goal. How sad is that? After a few more attempts, my husband entered the building and I was walking my heart out (probably literally). He asked me what I was doing. I looked at him confused and said, “Walking on the treadmill.” He said, “Don’t you think you need to turn it on?” How dumb could I be? Cathy Crumpler, Tri County EMC, Mount Olive |
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