Living in the outskirts of Boston makes it difficult to exercise outside for two reasons. First, the weather sucks ass for 4 months of the year. Second, being a pedestrian is a life threatening venture due to the narrow roads and drivers filled with homicidal rage. And you can forget about sidewalks—if the Puritans didn’t need them, neither do we.
Thus, my special lady friend and I have purchased a treadmill to help keep the pudding off. I am of the mind that you get what you pay for, and I want this baby to last forever so we shelled out some coin for a mid-level model. I did the initial investigative research on the nature of treadmill, and found an excellent resource in the Treadmill Doctor. Suitably armed, we ventured forth to the local equipment shops to begin test running.
Eventually we found the Trimline 370HR. We both like the solid feel of the frame, whilst the deck was suitably cushy for my fragile knees (I am afflicted with patella-femoral syndrome, aka knee-cap pain). The dealer where we located this machine was Exercise Place. The staff was helpful, the sales pressure was low, and they answered all of our question forthrightly—I would definitely recommend them to a friend.
Delivery is on Tuesday. Now all we need to do is get some more electricity installed in the basement and we can start dissolving some pudding.