Since J & T.S.B. were kind enough to "store" their elliptical in my basement during the house-building thing, I've been working out on it pretty regularly. Well, regularly for me. Maybe three times a week average? Sometimes more, some weeks I skipped entirely. I didn't so much as look at it for the whole month of November: I blame NaNo. But still! I ... don't hate it. Which is weird, because it's exercise.
Anyway, I don't hate it enough that, faced with giving it back at the end of the month, I actually contemplated getting one of my own. But then! My company, in an effort to keep us all from being fat and costing them jillions in health care, has a workout room. With *dum-dum-dum!* an elliptical! And it's free. So now all I need to do is get over how creeped out I am by potentially exercising in front of coworkers and I'm set.
In other happy news, Puck, who is awesome, reupholstered the chair yesterday while I spent the day dinking around online. Best. Husband. Ever.
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Babe - long, large t-shirts. Biggest you can find.
And your husband does rock. Who knew they came in the "handy" variety.
This is too funny. One of the mixes I'm putting together for you I was debating on the name of "endorphin rush/workout mix" or "driving with the top down". Guess the elipitical machine wins the tie.
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