My wife Linda and I decided to start some serious exercising for the new year-to lose a few pounds and get in a little better shape.Linda actually started a couple of months earlier and is doing remarkably well.As the winter weather set in it has gotten too cold for walking etc and living in the sticks there is not a large mall within 75 miles of us.I am 6 feet tall and weigh 228 pounds-just about 13 pounds more than my weight when I played football in high school and was doing lots of work with the iron many years ago. Problem is-back then it was packed mostly around my shoulders and upper body and over the years gravity has took it's toll......
Anyway,last weekend I heard of a person who had a almost entire home gym for sale.I bought a exercise bike,a rowing machine,and some type of torture devise with a sliding seat and tension adjustable handle bars.It is made so that when you pull on the handle bars they come back while the seat slides forward.It is supposed to be great for the upper body and mid section.
Linda was thrilled when I got it all home and set up.I then began to demonstrate the equipment.....
First up was the stationary bike.I quickly found out it was not for me due to a problem with my left knee-the result of a car wreck in 1986 that my knee recovered from after a few surgery's but left me with some permanent range of motion loss.
Next up was the rowing machine.After just one pull I was reminded of the old shoulder injury I had got in the same wreck-a torn rotator cuff that only bothers me if I pull or lift something in a awkward way-like a rowing machine.
Lastly was the torture devise.I got on it a little bit frustrated and gave it a mighty pull.The seat went flying forward until it hit the stop that keeps the seat from sliding all the way against the bar which you straddle to ride this devise.The stop broke. I continued flying forward at roughly 180 mph until I was stopped cold by the impact of a very "sensitive" area of my body being slammed against a steel bar.I turned blue in the face and tried to scream.....but couldn't.Linda laughed. I rolled off on the floor and tried to breath,throw up,cuss,yell,moan, etc....but all I could manage was a few high pitched squeaks.
Several hours later I recovered enough to pitch that particular piece of equipment in the trash after pounding on it a while with a 10 pound hammer (the most exercise I got all day}.As I set here tonight I can hear Linda in the other room pedaling away on the bike.As for me I have began a new exercise regime....every hour or so I will unrecline my recliner and get up and march smartly into the kitchen for a drink or snack.I do finger aerobics with the remote control between trips.....
Anyway,last weekend I heard of a person who had a almost entire home gym for sale.I bought a exercise bike,a rowing machine,and some type of torture devise with a sliding seat and tension adjustable handle bars.It is made so that when you pull on the handle bars they come back while the seat slides forward.It is supposed to be great for the upper body and mid section.
Linda was thrilled when I got it all home and set up.I then began to demonstrate the equipment.....
First up was the stationary bike.I quickly found out it was not for me due to a problem with my left knee-the result of a car wreck in 1986 that my knee recovered from after a few surgery's but left me with some permanent range of motion loss.
Next up was the rowing machine.After just one pull I was reminded of the old shoulder injury I had got in the same wreck-a torn rotator cuff that only bothers me if I pull or lift something in a awkward way-like a rowing machine.
Lastly was the torture devise.I got on it a little bit frustrated and gave it a mighty pull.The seat went flying forward until it hit the stop that keeps the seat from sliding all the way against the bar which you straddle to ride this devise.The stop broke. I continued flying forward at roughly 180 mph until I was stopped cold by the impact of a very "sensitive" area of my body being slammed against a steel bar.I turned blue in the face and tried to scream.....but couldn't.Linda laughed. I rolled off on the floor and tried to breath,throw up,cuss,yell,moan, etc....but all I could manage was a few high pitched squeaks.
Several hours later I recovered enough to pitch that particular piece of equipment in the trash after pounding on it a while with a 10 pound hammer (the most exercise I got all day}.As I set here tonight I can hear Linda in the other room pedaling away on the bike.As for me I have began a new exercise regime....every hour or so I will unrecline my recliner and get up and march smartly into the kitchen for a drink or snack.I do finger aerobics with the remote control between trips.....
