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I am involved in a love/hate relationship. I hear the call: “Meeeerrrriiinnnn…….Come and get me!” and I have to go and stomp around on it for awhile. But the cold, hard fact is that, at the end of the day, I love my treadmill.I even moved the thing into the living room so that I can’t avoid it can be closer to it. It’s only somewhere around the 45 minute mark on the little bitch that I start screaming at it. Damn, you treadmill. Damn you and your 7% incline. Damn your 6 mph (yeah, like I could make it any faster than that). Damn you, target heart rate.