Showing posts with label Exercise Bicycle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exercise Bicycle. Show all posts

Sunday, August 12, 2018

O-U-T OF S-H-A-P-E…

get out and rideWell, this morning the house was nice and cool. (I turn the air down to 75° degrees in the evening before bed.) Charlie came by really, really early this morning with biscuits for the Mags and I and a gigantic diet Coke for me. This was a blessing. I ate my sausage biscuit and decided to “ride it off”. LOL I rode three miniscule miles and was huffing and puffing and my heart was beating something crazy. I am so very much out of shape. All these times of just sitting in front of my computer all day have caught up with me and are haunting me. I am not going to give up though. I am serious about this weight loss shit (superfluous profanity!). Maybe I will ride four miles tomorrow.

Hopefully, my much anticipated mountain bike will be here soon. Dad said he thought it was on backorder yesterday, but I am not giving up hope so soon. The bike I picked turned out to be Walmart’s best seller which would just be my luck. The silver color, which I wanted, is already sold-out. I think riding an actual bicycle will be a vastly different experience than riding an exercise bicycle.

Friday, August 10, 2018

If You Can Fix It, Then You Can Have It…

exercise bikeI’ve had my eye on mom’s Schwinn exercise bicycle for awhile now. I want to get in shape before my mountain bike arrives. At least get a head start. Dad paid a chunk of change for it and my mother never rode it.

“It never has worked,” dad told me as I stood in his den after driving over.

“Let’s go work a little Andrew magic on it,” I replied.

Dad chuckled and said good luck.

I walked down in the basement and immediately looked for a power cord and plugged it up. Simplest things first applies to a lot of things in life and not just computers. The bright view screen came on and then you could adjust the pedal resistance.

“Did you get it fixed?” Dad asked as I walked back upstairs.

“It just wasn’t plugged up,” I told him.

“Well, I’ll be damned after all these years of it sitting in the basement!” Dad exclaimed. “Go get the white truck from Charlie and we will take it over to your house.”

The thing weighed an absolute ton and I think dad got into more than he bargained for. Maggie's not quite sure what to think of it as well. She just peers into the computer room at this apparent and perceived monstrosity.