The Boyfriend and I went to Dick's Sporting Goods this morning to pick it up. The line was 32 people long, and I'm NOT exaggerating. I finally signed for the pickup, and it was wheeled out to his SUV, which we were promised it would fit in. Well, it didn't fit. So then I went back into the store, bought some camping rope, and did my best Girl Scout job of tying down the gate to hold my precious treadmill inside. It worked, but we had to drive 25 the whole way home (from El Segundo by LAX all the way back to West Hollywood) and then we had to get it in the house. In the rain. Up a flight of stairs.
You know how they say "Hindsight is 20/20?" Well, loves, let me tell you. I have half of a treadmill put together, bruises on my legs, more screws and nuts and bolts lying around than an IKEA, but I do have that extra $118 in my pocket I REFUSED to spend on set-up and delivery.
PAY THE MAN THE MONEY. That's my hindsight. And now I'm off to the gym. To run. On their treadmills.
And then maybe later, I think I might treat myself to $118 worth of something really special.