Bringing it Home...

Believe it or not, it has been months since I last ran to nowhere.

My life is a scrambled egg of kids and work and homeschooling and grad schooling and partnership with my hubby and, well, somehow the gym doesn't get on my schedule much. At all. Ever. Unless, of course, it is to take some complement of this crew to the pool.

I don't get on the machines.

Ever.

Ever.

Instead, I'm walking our 80-pound collie twice a day and eating pretty well and sleeping pretty well and managing to creep back up the scale. Because, as we learned in my initial post on ye ole blog, unless I'm doing something incredibly sweat-inducing, my metabolism will not budge.

Ever.


I've had an elliptical trainer on my wishlist since about the time I last bought a swimsuit. It's really the only reason (besides access to the pool) that I pay for a membership to the gym. Yes, I've done the math over the past 10 (15) years of working out at the gym and know I could have bought 4 elliptical machines with those membership fees. But I've watched folks turn treadmills into clothing racks and didn't want to end up doing the same thing.

Ever.

Ever.


It's time. So, I scoured the ads and picked what I wanted and called up a guy who will have to figure out what to do with his clothes now that I'm adopting his elliptical-trainer-cum-clothing-rack for my own home gym.

The machine arrives this weekend. Hopefully it marks the rekindling of my long-term-love affair with running to nowhere... and perhaps even -- I know! -- blogging.