My exercise bike came yesterday.
And as karma would have it because I was just a little bit sympathizing with women who have retired husbands, mine left for errand running just two minutes before it arrived. I could only laugh. Then I ate my lunch and started assembling the thing myself. I made it all the way to the end, only skipping steps 5-9.
But when he still wasn't home I did go back and start on step 5 and managed it without spouting a single Finnish cuss word. We're lucky he got home just as I was about to begin step 6. I do appreciate him. He even came bearing a huge box of 100 calorie snack packs from Costco. What a guy!
All put together, I did allow myself a bit of hysterical laughter when I realized that while I so precisely measured to make sure the thing would fit into the tiny tiny space I could spare, I did not take into account the pedals.
I needed an inch. One.measly.inch. Inches are not easy to come by over here.
I emptied out my entire desk.
Put my guitar on the kitchen table so it wouldn't take a digger before the callouses even begin to form
and I pushed
and I pushed
and I slid this whole monster of a pieced together ensemble that I call a desk
And I got my inch.
Hubby says, 'it's too big'
I say - I don't care. I am biking this winter. We all tried it out yesterday - some of us had to take a shower immediately afterwards - quite the workout.
And this morning I was on it at 6:40 am. I biked through a preprogrammed fitness program and came off wringing 20 minutes later.
I love it.
I got a whole 3.83 miles.
Which I figure puts me halfway to the next town over. Portland here I come!
Thank you for the input on the previous post. The couch was overwhelming - I'm going with it. And my aunt's right - seems none of you want to see my sink. Can't say that I blame you.