I can convince myself to be afraid of nearly anything if I push my mind to it. Lately I have been fixated on my treadmill. Although this isn’t the first time. When we first moved it into Hilltop I was convinced the floor wouldn’t support it and right in the middle of mile five I would go crashing through the ceiling of Kisa’s “man town.” For weeks I listened for floor joists to creak, beams to crack, anything that would indicate a structural weakness. It never happened. It was all in my head.
More recently my fear is about the treadmill itself. It doesn’t recognize a good lube – lube belt! lube belt! it cries, it protests an incline more than 5% with fits and groans and on some days it really wants me to workout on “Program 8″ when I push quick start. I’m waiting for a catastrophic motor malfunction that will send me sprawling. Kisa assures me it’s the computer chip and not the heart of the beast. Oh great, the brains of the operation. What happens when it stops suddenly? An inquiring and fearful mind wants to know. I’m imaging the weeks of walking I will do on this thing, this thing with a mental issue.
Kisa must have realized my reality, as skewed as it was, for the very next weekend we went to a reputable sporting goods store and bought a new treadmill. Just like that. New. Not a used up floor model like the gerbil cage I have now. We didn’t go high-end nor low-end. We chose a Live Strong right in the middle. And then. And then we went further and bought an elliptical. Same thing. Not high nor low end. Another Live Strong right in the middle. The behemoths both are to be delivered this week.
very cool! i’m a tad jealous of the elliptical! though i hate the things, given my yet-again-injured calf, i’d love to have one at home for the far too plentiful days that the gym just isn’t an option.
I’m sure Kisa will let you use “his” elliptical the next time you are in town.
I’m just psyched we have home gym. Now K & I can work out together…
home gym, very nice
We shall see…