Disclaimer: This isn't about tomatoes, it's about the dread-mill.
See, I have a love/hate relationship with my treadmill. I love it because when it WON'T STOP SNOWING here in the fucking Tundra that I live in I can still get my run in. On the other hand , I loathe the thing because 3 miles on that bastard feels like 30 miles outside. I'm a lot of things, prone to gross exaggeration is not one of them.
Okay, prone to gross exaggeration is like one of the top 5 things I am but that's neither here nor there, mkay? The point is no matter how fast I go on that damn hamster wheel, it takes f o r e v e r to get any distance in. I'd rather be water-boarded.
See, not exaggerating at all.
That's not why I started this. I wanted to tell you that Asher calls the treadmill my Training Wheel. I affectionately call it Instrument of Lucifer.