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So I bought a new treadmill knick knack to dust. Actually…..let me say these are a bitch to assemble. I got a good mental workout. Alan helped me… and it was just like having Shane there helping me. Only Alan’s patience level is better….about 45 seconds. Whereas Shane’s is at about 30.
So anywayzzz…I tried it out. I started on 2 mph. Not bad, not bad. Then 4 mph. Holy crap! I’m pretty sure anything over that might kill me so I’m not attempting that ever anytime soon. I can imagine myself flying off the back of this thing and smacking myself into the wall. I can see the police chalk line up there now. And the kids coming home and crying….”Who’s gonna make us dinner now!….”Who’s gonna clean the toilet now?” Waaa, waaaa.
How on EARTH do those people on Biggest Loser run on 9 or 10 mph? HOW? That’s insanity, people!
So okay, back to me. LOL! I spent 4 minutes on it and called it a night. I sweated my arse off and burned only 42.1 calories. Is that right? That cannot be right.
I told Alan that I’m gonna do a little more each day and work myself up. You know what he said? “Work yourself up to what? 8 minutes?”
Little snot. lol.
