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The very last thing we had to move to get ready for new flooring ?

Was the very worst, hands down.

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Treadmills are big, and bulky, and heavy, and awkward as Hell to move.

Much thinking and strategizing went into the process.

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Yes, the tread itself could be raised.

But it wouldn’t fit out the door… even with the door removed… in its entirety.

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Which is when tools were employed and breakdown occurred.

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Or tried to occur because try as they might… they couldn’t figure out how.

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I spent the next half hour on the phone with Nordic track customer service… who, may I just say?

Suck the big root.

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They didn’t help at all, and didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know.

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After a lot of hassle, the two parts were separated.

Kind of.

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Annoyingly they were still connected by the electrical wires with no clips or disconnects in sight.

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Which means the top half was precariously balanced on the bottom half and squiggled down the hall.

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Turning was not fun.

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And at one point the husband got stuck. Which, I’m ashamed to admit…

Was a little bit fun.

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Placed on a sheet in front of the den couch is where it landed. Completely in the way of everything.

His Lordship?

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He gave the treadmill a try.

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But exercise isn’t his thing…

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So he found a towel free cushion on which to shed more fur.

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