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Oh the Power Pad. What fond memories I have of this thing. Trying to stay upright as it dangerously slid around underneath me while I tried to beat my long jump record. Or extended time on my knees bashing it as hard as I could with my fists because I figured out it was faster (and less tiring) than actually running. I must say that I was a pleasantly surprised to see one again...and now being used for retro music goodness.