A Viking Farewell for the Treadmill – You carried me through countless early mornings and late nights.
For six long years you bore my stride,
A faithful beast, my ground, my guide.
I walked your path yet stayed in place,
Still crossed the miles no map could trace.
Through silent grief and burning will,
You held me steady, belt and steel.
No song you sang, no praise you sought,
Just carried me where hope was taught.
Now smoke and heat mark battle’s end,
Your motor gasps like a wounded friend.
The scent of fire, the grinding breath—
Not failure this, but an honest death.
So rest, old warrior, work complete,
Your echoes live in moving feet.
I walk on strong because you stayed,
A road you were, though never strayed.
Go now where endless miles remain,
Where belts run smooth and never strain.
You ran your race. You did not fall.
You carried me. That says it all.
