Dear Treadmill,
I'm happy you waited for me. This morning's rain and this afternoon's party meant I couldn't get my miles on outside. So it was nice to know you were downstairs waiting for me. You let me ramp up the incline, crank up the speed and get three solid miles in while working up a nice little sweat.
Love, Miss Daisy
P.S. Dear Workout Room Floor: Sorry about that dropped 10 lb. weight ... and the chunk it took out of you. Still not sure how that happened and really hoping Jim can fix you up good as new. We put you on the floor because we thought you were indestructible. You have disappointed me. I guess you fit right in, though. We all have a few nicks and dings in this house.
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