Just did my first and last 30 minutes on a treadmill. What a miserable way to exercise. It was a last resort when I tried running in Galati, Romania and realize every rusted fence is being guarded by a stray dog waiting to jump our and scare the crap out of you.My hotel is really, really nice. There is even Romanian Mexican here. Vaya con dios!
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Sort of like Tuscany!
But really, maybe you should try a non-Romanian treadmill before writing them all off.
Treadmills are great. Running without the hassle of stepping over dogshit, stopping every 2 minutes at traffic lights, freezing to death in the cold, getting wet, breathing toxic substances (not the fun kind). What's not to like?
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