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Adventures in torture devices
Feb. 1st, 2005 07:44 pmDru thought this was amusing enough, so I'll share:
I've been getting some shin pain while run/walking at lunch lately, so I thought I'd try out one of those sort of whirly-machines. Ellipticals, I am informed, are their proper names. Now, mind, I've never used one before, just the treadmills, so I wandered around the workout area, a lovely, large glass-walled room with plenty of sunlight (sometimes too much - I am tempted to bring sunglasses) looking for a machine that was on - had the same display as one of the treadmills I am used to.
They were all being used or off. What the hell, I thought to myself, and wandered upstairs to a smaller cardio machine area with a view of the lake. Again - in use or out of order - and at this point I was more than annoyed, and betook myself to the front desk to complain of the multitude of malfunctioning machines...
Only to be informed that those lovely blinky lights on the console that I was looking for? Don't turn on until you get on the machine and start pedalling.
There is a saying that to assume makes an ass of you and me. Ass, nothing: it was an entirely different animal I resembled at that moment, Baa-ing softly as I trundled to the nearest machine and started my workout.
I've been getting some shin pain while run/walking at lunch lately, so I thought I'd try out one of those sort of whirly-machines. Ellipticals, I am informed, are their proper names. Now, mind, I've never used one before, just the treadmills, so I wandered around the workout area, a lovely, large glass-walled room with plenty of sunlight (sometimes too much - I am tempted to bring sunglasses) looking for a machine that was on - had the same display as one of the treadmills I am used to.
They were all being used or off. What the hell, I thought to myself, and wandered upstairs to a smaller cardio machine area with a view of the lake. Again - in use or out of order - and at this point I was more than annoyed, and betook myself to the front desk to complain of the multitude of malfunctioning machines...
Only to be informed that those lovely blinky lights on the console that I was looking for? Don't turn on until you get on the machine and start pedalling.
There is a saying that to assume makes an ass of you and me. Ass, nothing: it was an entirely different animal I resembled at that moment, Baa-ing softly as I trundled to the nearest machine and started my workout.
