A treadmill. Andrew came home from work yesterday and surprised me with it. I was elated. Last night I did my first run in the comfort of my own home while watching America's Next Top Model, and it was awesome.
Aside from the moment where I thought I was going to pass out so I closed my eyes and almost died falling off said treadmill. But I finished it - 3 minutes running, 1 minute walking, repeat 7 times, run 2 minutes. And sweat out at least my body weight. Seriously, how have I not lost weight yet? I'm sweating more than I thought was humanly possible. I'm still quite sore and my body still isn't used to this yet. But I'm not giving up.
This morning I did my 30 minute walk while Eva entertained herself throwing her sippy cup behind me on the track thing and laughing as it flew back at her. I guess now that I own a treadmill, I can be all athletic and everything. Another box checked off on things I thought would never happen in my life. Before you know it, I'll be running a marathon. Okay, actually, that will never happen. But at least I am a proud treadmill owner.