We have a treadmill. It is in the living room. It is freakin’ huge. Gigantic. Giguntic even. We had it assembled by the delivery people because it would have driven Jen and me into crazed hysterics of frustration.
Now, we want to move it. The garage has been cleaned out and a spot has been chosen for it. We’ll need to get a heater or something as well, but if it’s in the garage then anyone can use it at any time without driving everyone nuts, and we won’t need to fold it up after each use or move furniture around.
I mentioned that it is big, right? It’s taller and wider than any of the doors leading out of the living room. It will definitely need to be disassembled in order to move it.
I have been trying to figure out a good way to start taking it apart and… well… I can’t figure it out. It is insanely complicated and I’m pretty sure I am going to fry the thing if I start messing with it.
It’s just an added bit of excitement to the Christmas season. HoHoHo, eh?