In this post from a few weeks ago I kicked off my big weight-losing program. In the 3 weeks since then I've lost about 7 pounds! Part of my plan is to give up the internet in the mornings before school, and to replace it with 20 minutes on my elliptical trainer.
Last Saturday night, just as I was about to fall asleep in the USS Egg-terprise while camped at the scooter rally, I heard my phone beep and saw it light up. My housesitter was letting me know that a friend of his, another former student of mine, had broken my elliptical trainer.
It didn't really happen that way, of course. A steel bar had sheared off, and the culprit might weigh 150 pounds soaking wet. What happened is what's known as an "accident"; it was just time for that rod to break.
But what was I to do? My master plan was going to take a serious beating without the elliptical trainer!
I was discussing all of this during our in-service time earlier this week, and a fellow teacher said I could have his elliptical. Huh? Well, he didn't use it, and wants to reclaim the space in his garage. And he would give it to me!
It now sits where my old one did. It's nicer than my old one was, too. The broken one now sits in my driveway with a "free to good home" sign on it--all it needs is that bar welded.
But whatever. I'm back on track!