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Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh .... (pant, pant) I'm having a panic attack.

MY TREADMILL IS BROKEN!

Okay so I WANT you to try to argue with the powerful brain thing right now. I WANT you to. All I have done for the last week or so is find ways to avoid working out and suddenly ... my treadmill STOPS dead in the last five minutes of my work out?! That wouldn't be unusual if it were alone in it's coincidence. But there has been a string of coincidences so ... they're no coincidence.

I didn't panic immediately. Li'l Matty called Sears and had the repair guy come out. The repair guy was respectful and called and told me when he was 45 minutes out. He looked at my treadmill for about five minutes before telling me that to replace or repair the motor would be more expensive than buying a new machine. That's the FIRST part that paniced me but then I realized I was gonna have to go for a while without a treadmill. (pant, heave) WHAT?! OKAY! No, really. I'm cool. (bend over to get blood to head)

Sometimes you don't know whatcha got until it's gone. Right, Joni MItchell?

I'm not gonna promise to never complain about not wanting to work out. I'm am NOT gonna promise to be forever grateful. But Sears IS having a decent sale on the most recent model of the treadmill that just died so ... I think I can justify the purchase even without promises of devotion.