The cursed/new treadmill

At least he decided this weekend he'd  refuse to take his ski boots off which made it easier to hear when he was getting into trouble! :-)

Well at first we thought I can look at it as the cursed or the blessed new treadmill depending on my outlook.  But as the hours go on I am more and more convinced it is cursed. It shouldn't surprise me the way my life has been going lately and I couldn't help but laugh for the most part.  Until last night when it messed up my workout at the end of a hard rest week.  Yes, I realize that sounds counter
intuitive.

This is after I managed to put the skin back down where it belongs

First mistake I made is not paying them to deliver it for me.  For the love of PETE people learn from my mistake and pay the delivery fee.  That thing weighs like 300 lbs I thought no more than 100, I was wrong.  It was the floor model so it was already built and my dad has a trailer so I convinced him to go with me to pick it up.  They assured me most doors are 36" and when we measured the treadmill it would fit.  That was incorrect my doors and gate are 32" so it will reside in my garage.  Then we slipped the dolly under it in the trailer and as we were lifting the front end to lower it onto the dolly 3 of my fingers got stuck between the trailer and the treadmill and it ripped the skin right off.  I managed to wash it, peroxide it and bandage it all with my son's help because he insisted on helping mommy and was not deterred at all by the gushing blood that ended up all over my bathroom.  He also wants to check on them everyday and insists on seeing it.  He is the only reason I managed to keep my cool if not I probably would have been screaming and cussing.  On one of the fingers I swear I could see different color of layers like white fat, purple muscle and white again.  I'm supposed to swim tomorrow so hopefully the new skin stuff I bought is actually waterproof like it says.  Tried electrical tape to shower and that stuff did not keep water out.


Then the next day we get home from running errands and I'm so proud that my son didn't have an accident while we were out, we're potty training so just undies no diapers, and I ask him do you need to go potty?  He says "No, but I forgot something in the garage."  He comes back in and announces I went potty!  I said did you make a mess?  He says yes and proceeds to show me where so I can clean it up.  He had peed on the treadmill!!!!  So now it is christened.

Last night was the final straw.  I get on it to do my first workout.  I was supposed to run a 5k fun run with my son in the stroller that morning but with the 25mph winds and cold rain I decided not to submit him to that, if I was alone I would have done it but why torture him.  So I thought I'll do my full 6 miles on the new treadmill.  I get on it and push the incline to 2 and it makes a weird sound and nothing happens.  So I test out the incline further.  The numbers on the display kept climbing but the deck is staying put!!  Feeling completely defeated I get off the treadmill after only 1 mile.  Now to call the store and hope that this is covered under the 2 year labor and 7 year parts warranty.  If not I may possibly cry.

Yes, this is pretty much a metaphor for how my life has been going lately but I'm not letting this stop me!  I will get my peak week of training in this week one way or another!  Even if I have to swim with a latex glove on my hand on Tues. and Thurs!  And my mother's day gift is my brother watching my son for me to get in my longest ride of training in before my race.  I will make it D@!* it and I will succeed at finishing this thing!  Winds will not break me, broken skin will not break me, a little bit of pee will not break me, being sick for 3 weeks will not break me, being alone will not break me, I will do this!   HAPPY TRAINING!!!!  btw the highlight of my weekend was getting to go see Jim Belushi's comedy show and I laughed so hard I cried.  I do still laugh and I do still have good times amongst the bad and it's what keeps my hope alive.