For about two years, I hounded David to acquire a contraption for our home. This miracle machine would alter the course of his life, I argued. “It wards off depression, delivers elixir vitae, introduces discipline, and reverses shapelessness.” Two years of pro-crastination later, several strong men delivered it. And on our twen-tieth anniversary, David proudly presented this gift to me. There it reigned in its supreme ugliness, taking up my half of our bedroom. An elliptical machine. I can hear you chuckle. You’re thinking, So how’s that working out for you, Joanna? Great clothes rack? Maybe you’ve been down this road. Maybe, like me, you’ve joined gyms and attended—regularly at first, then periodically, then sporadically—until one day, you don’t re-member your locker number. Maybe you’ve acquired treadmills, sta-tionary bikes, spinning bikes, or miracle cures bought off late-night television infomercials. Well, three years later, I can honestly say—on behalf of the family … this big, gray, ugly machine is beloved! Just look at my journal: 900 workout sessions recorded. After my many tailed attempts, why is it working this time around? What’s different? Drumroll, please. It’s not about fitness or weight loss. I work out to feel good. It’s that simple.
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