Wednesday, Apr. 02, 2003
Dear Diary:

So now month four of the Five Hundred Miles to Nowhere project (or as I think of it "The Elliptical Machine Death March") has begun.

About half our members are missing in action now. Truth be told, I would have completely wimped out of it myself if it weren't for the fact that The Others Refuse To Quit.

Drat.

Where Are The Gen-X Slackers When You Need Them? Huh? HUH?

You can well imagine my disappointment in this sad state of affairs.

The last thing I wanted to do today was to haul myself up on the elliptical machine. It's boring. It makes me tired. I sweat. I turn pink.

And now I have to work harder to get my mileage because I set it to do cardio cross training. The freaking machine doesn't just count revolutions, it also figures in my heart rate to see how much effort I'm expending.

So now to get the distance I used to clock doing between 45 and 50 rpm, I now have to go between 55 and 60 rpm. This Is Such A Gyp! Oh yeah, sure, you could say that it's greatly improved my overall fitness, but what I want to know is When Does It Get Easy? Huh? HUH?

It has crossed my mind that it may never get easy. I am trying not to dwell on this because if I did I would just cry uncontrollably and, well, my nose runs when I cry and really, It's Just Not Pretty.

The one thing that has kept me going through all this is the workout CD's that some of my three loyal readers sent. I cannot thank you enough for them--the high energy tunage pulls me over the rough spots when I'm fed up and really can't see the point to sweating any longer.

Remember how I said I would trade Kinder Eggs, The Forbidden Candy of Fun for workout CD's? Well, some folks who will remain nameless promised workout CD's, but didn't come through.

I have two packages of Kinder Eggs left.

Mmmmmmm, two packages of eggs gaily decorated in a Christmas theme which would make them, oh, say four months old.

Mmmmmmm, four-month-old, perhaps slightly stale candy.

Mmmmmmm.

So, anyone want to make a workout CD in return for not one but TWO packages of four-month-old, perhaps slightly stale Forbidden Candy of Fun?

Anyone?

Bueller?

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 181.14 miles (291.5 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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