Dear Treadmill,
Baby, we need to talk... I really wanted to have this conversation man to machine with you but you won't let me get a word in lately. Our time together is coming to an end. We had a great few months together this winter, but spring is here now and I fear you knew this was coming. You were always there patiently waiting for me to show up and take you for a run, except for those few times some jerk snagged you first but I forgive you for that. I didn't consider it 'sloppy seconds' - you were just doing your job. We would spend at least three days a week together, working together until you were drenched in my sweat.. Some of that time was spent really early when most people were still sleeping. Those moments were so special, baby... You helped make me the person I am today.
I was always good to you. I made sure to be light on my feet and not stomp on you like those other guys. When we spent time together, I kept my attention focused on you and not on the other treadmills. You know I only used them when you were being serviced, right?
Baby, it's time for us to move on. I need to get outside and meet new surfaces. You're more of the indoor type. It's okay, don't cry. I don't expect you to change for me.
I'm sure you will find other runners who are wanting to take you for a run.
Yours truly,
-Deerfoot
