On the Move

The elliptical is on the move. I can’t bear another minute of riding that dang thing in the basement.

1. It’s cold down there. Granted after a few minutes of “gliding” along I’m hot, but the basement itself is cold.
2. There is no entertainment down there. The radio only entertains me for so long when I’m winded and can’t sing along.
3. I can’t bear to stare at old Chef Boyardee any longer or stare at the freezer all the while thinking of the goodies it contains.
4. The basement is a dumping ground for our junk. Every time I’m down there, I’m reminded that I need to clean it up.

So, the elliptical shall be moved to a more fitting space in the house. Such as the spare bedroom or the living room. There’s no TV in the spare room and no Dish TV hookup, so I’m feeling more and more like the middle of the living room floor is the place to be. But then you have to deal with people staring at you while you’re riding along. I don’t like people watching me sweat. It’s creepy. But there shouldn't be anyone besides me awake at 5:30 am. And there is TV and radio and no piles of junk to stare at. So if I can get Hubby to agree to it, there she goes!!!