Were you ever been so naïve that you believed you would actually use exercise equipment if you bought it?
Yep, me too. When I was very young (that would be in my 20s just a few short years ago) I bought a stationary bicycle. It was a really dumb idea.
It was all manual because that’s what I could afford. Every time a friend would tell me that they were committed to get more exercise and were buying a stationary bicycle I would loan them mine.
Sometimes the damn thing came back after two weeks. TWO WEEKS! Really? What kind of commitment is that?
It didn’t stay anywhere longer than six months. I know. I was as stunned as you are. Imagine people not following through.
No one bought a bike after borrowing mine.
I have no idea what happened to it. Maybe one of the borrowers never returned it. I never missed it.
Fast forward about thirty some years. I know I don’t do well exercising at home. I like to walk but only in good (and warm) weather. I am not a fan of disappearing down to a subterranean refuge for a workout. I admire those crazy people but it’s not me.
I have tried different things as an incentive but nothing works except the trip to Starbucks after the lady gym circuit.
However, in a moment of absolute weakness (which may or may not have been fueled by a salted margarita) I bought a treadmill.
The problem with my walking routine was the weather. This would allow me to be faithful to my exercise schedule.
If you believe that I have some swampland to sell you.
Of course I did use it on occasion – maybe five times in two years. The poor thing was all by itself in the basement collecting dust except for the cats that occasionally slept on it.
Everyone has heard about the arctic vortex we have been in and all the cold and wintry weather we have had for a month now. This week, I heard the sound of the treadmill.
I checked on the cats first because there is always the chance that one of them figured out how to turn it on. They were all snoring rather deeply.
Tiptoeing down the basement steps, I saw the beloved husband on it. Holy cow!
He was never a fan of the treadmill. He likes to bike and hike outdoors. Obviously he hasn’t done that in a while so he was desperate. He was getting barnacles on his butt. His joints were getting creaky.
I am glad to see it used. There are times I think I should sell it because it’s clunky and takes up room but it comes in handy when there is nothing else available.
In another week, this will be a memory and once again the dust will start to thicken.