"Nic decided, seeing as she has lost a fair amount of lbs, that it was a good idea to start using her cross trainer again; and instead of suffering a measly 5 minutes before falling down in a quivering heap like she used to, she can now manage 30 minutes before quivering heapage is attained.
On the other hand, her thighs are never going to forgive her.
Never ever."
And to add insult to injury, I still had to wheel the monster back to its lair in my bedroom from the living room (where there's more space to use it), where it nestles in the gloom of my makeshift wardrobe.
I'm reminded somewhat of an advert for an egg-shaped toy that was around when I was young, Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down, partly because a friend of mine used to call me Weeble, (Not a mean girl at all, just lacking in empathy a bit at times) but also because I really was wobbling there for a second or sixty, however, I decided that falling down on the couch would probably leave my protesting muscles in a worse state.
I just have to hope that by tomorrow my lower extremities will have absolved me of my rotary sins against them.
edit 21st September 2015: I come back to this post two years later to say that I've just started up again with my rather decrepit, slightly falling apart, but still just about working cross trainer. After discovering walking workouts on YouTube about seven months after I first started bobbing up and down on the cycle, and worrying that the it was starting to wear out having to put up with my extra poundage (something that seemed within the realms of possibility because if it was used more than two consecutive days it started to clunk a little with each peddle turn) I decided it was time to put it out to pasture. Or, in reality, turned it into a clothes horse.
But talking to a friend today about all the things I do to try and lose weight and get fit and healthy, I remembered my trainer-horse and decided to take it out of retirement. It was unsurprisingly dust-free, being buried under too-big concert dresses as it was, so I just needed to spray a little WD40 in pertinent places to convince it it was all going to be okay (and I love the smell, which is always handy), find my MP3 player, and set up a pile of eighties hits. Oh yes, there's nothing like a stationary cycle down memory lane to get the sweat flowing! A Town Called Malice, Lessons In Love, Atomic, Centerfold, Abracadabra, You Spin Me Round (Like A Record), Take On Me, Temptation, It's A Sin...
My thighs, needless to say, haven't changed their record, though...
