Dear Treadmill

Dear Treadmill,

I don't blame you if you never want to speak to me again after the way I dropped you like a bad habit, but I beg you to please at least hear me out. I was quite convinced that I no longer needed you. I used you to get me through a rough period in my life, you helped me lose 27 pounds, and how do I repay you? I closed the door on our past and never looked back. While I hate to admit being wrong, the time has come for me to do just that. Do you think you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me and take me back? I miss our after dinner rendezvous. I miss that heady feeling you used to give me, the way you made my heart race, my veins pulsing with the endorphins you released into my system. In the time we've been apart, I get headaches all the time. I can't sleep. My flexibility has flown completely out the window. I creak and groan and pop and snap like a little old lady, and I'm still thirty-something. You made me feel like a young, sassy, woman. I thought you were becoming boring. I thought I had better things to do with my time. What I realize now is those 30 minutes a day I spent with you gave me the energy and the zest to get through all the other minutes of my days. In your absence, sluggishness, depression and anger are seeping into my pores (along with cellulite). I know I don't deserve it, but please......let me back into your life!

Love Always,

Sunflowerbucky