20 Minutes on the Torture Device

Sick and tired of being held back by this fucking bruise-- Yes, it is still yellow, and yes, it still hurts to walk down stairs -- I decided to climb today onto the medieval torture device Steve keeps in the living room. It looks like this:



While watching a documentary about Eastern Musicals during the Cold War -- Yes, there is such a thing, who knew? I didn't. -- I climbed on and swung my legs back and forth for 20 minutes. Something akin to Nordic Track, but leaves one feeling a bit more like a 5 year old girl at the park. I guess there's just something about a grown man swinging his legs as wide open as they will go, that's wrong in oh so many ways. The good news about it all though is that this motion does not hurt my calf, so I can do it more often. I will continue to try this device until I can get out onto the road. I'm gettig stircrazy, and fat, so I'm hoping that's pretty darn soon.

Summary:

Miles: 2 floating miles, a la Care Bears.

Time: 15 minutes

Overall Impression: Musical Documentary While Performing Barbie Exercises? Have I Hit A Gay High Or A Gay Low? (MDWPBE?HIHAGHOAGL?)


Also: A welcome to Stroller Motor, thus making it 11 Drunk Runners with our strongest chapter in Wisconsin (5 members).