It is DONE!

Why do I want a treadmill? Because I hate this thing? It even looks like a beast. A giant energy sucking mosquito beast.The only reason it hasn't turned into a clothes rack is because it's not stored in the bedroom. We've had it for a year and I doubt I've been on it more than 10 times, including tonight.I can't say I'm feeling accomplished in the way I'd hoped. I'm craving being on the other side of willing effort. I want to, want to. Does that make sense? Sure I did it, but nothing in me wanted to do it. Still.. it is done!I must learn to celebrate the small wins.