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Stairmasters are of the devil.
And yet, Jen and Heidi and I have decided to keep working out on the stupid things just because fifteen minutes on one causes such agonizing leg pains, that it HAS to be doing something good. And then we run (or rather hobble) back over to the bikes and do those for thirty minutes before braving the treadmills. I like the bikes. You sit there, read a book or a magazine, and pedal.
And let me tell you, the treadmills at this gym are rather scary. The control panel looks like something NASA would use. Hit the wrong button and you go from a slow and sedate walk, to a pace that Speedy Gonzales would be hard pressed to keep up with.
And it has a handy little calorie counter so you can see just how little you're actually accomplishing.
And everyone wondered why I was so insistent on joining a gym with a pool. When's the last time a floatie bobbed up to in the middle of laps and was all "You've been swimming two hours and burned ten calories!"
And in other news, yesterday Lily got into the garbage and ate three turkey legs, including the bones. Cue immediate panic from everyone in the house followed by rushing Lily to the vet for x-rays. She's going to be fine and won't need surgery as the vet says that most dogs chew the bones up small enough to no longer be a danger. We just have to watch her carefully for the next two or three days. (and buy a garbage can with a lid.)
I'm really shocked that she got into the trash. She normally could care less what's in there. Sassy is typically the dog we have to watch like a hawk.
And yet, Jen and Heidi and I have decided to keep working out on the stupid things just because fifteen minutes on one causes such agonizing leg pains, that it HAS to be doing something good. And then we run (or rather hobble) back over to the bikes and do those for thirty minutes before braving the treadmills. I like the bikes. You sit there, read a book or a magazine, and pedal.
And let me tell you, the treadmills at this gym are rather scary. The control panel looks like something NASA would use. Hit the wrong button and you go from a slow and sedate walk, to a pace that Speedy Gonzales would be hard pressed to keep up with.
And it has a handy little calorie counter so you can see just how little you're actually accomplishing.
And everyone wondered why I was so insistent on joining a gym with a pool. When's the last time a floatie bobbed up to in the middle of laps and was all "You've been swimming two hours and burned ten calories!"
And in other news, yesterday Lily got into the garbage and ate three turkey legs, including the bones. Cue immediate panic from everyone in the house followed by rushing Lily to the vet for x-rays. She's going to be fine and won't need surgery as the vet says that most dogs chew the bones up small enough to no longer be a danger. We just have to watch her carefully for the next two or three days. (and buy a garbage can with a lid.)
I'm really shocked that she got into the trash. She normally could care less what's in there. Sassy is typically the dog we have to watch like a hawk.