Run toward Giada's pasta!

I love having a treadmill at home. I was worried it would end up being a "throw your shit here" piece of furniture, but I'm actually using it pretty often. And it's so great not to have to go anywhere or worry about other people seeing me. I can work out no matter how raggedy I look or how bad my gas is. I get to watch the shows I want (is it weird that like 90 percent of the time I watch Food Network?) and the fan is directly over my head. It even has a remote! (Called dad.) I'm just worried about having to find a first-floor apartment wherever I move ...