My ankle still swells slightly when overused but I managed to run twice in the past week. 30 minutes each time on what some people call the dreadmill . . . . but ya know what, when it’s your own dreadmill it’s not a dreadmill anymore. It’s a super-spectacular Godess of all things running. And my dreadmill needs a name and whoever comes up with the best one gets a FREE masthead. Meet the newest edition to our family.
It’s your basic Plain Jane Pacemaster Bronze. It goes forward and it goes up and down. It doesn’t talk back and it cleans its own room. It also has side bars to keep me from falling off. Not that I’ve ever done that before . . .