After 14 years and approximately 10,000 miles of Mark's running, the treadmill was put out in the junk pick-up pile today. (Technically it never quite made it to the pile--a guy pulled up before they could even get it all the way out there and asked if he could take it. Mark made him wait long enough to get a picture with it.)
Adios treadmill! I won't miss your squeaks, but you were great in your prime!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Saying Goodbye
Posted by Stimpson Mom at 6:05 PM
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and they say a dog is mans best friend.... (no offense mory - in fact - just looking at this picture may make you want to come an live with us -which we have been trying for, for many years....)
Farewell, my friend. You go on to a better place.
What? Why did he get rid of it?
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