There is a small gym in our apartment complex. I have wanted to make use of the stationary bike, but I kept putting it off. Today it seemed like a good day to stop putting it off, with my depressed state and all. So I went down, accompanied by Velma because I can’t put my foot into the pedals (and Velma also likes various equipment there).
Sometimes in the past with different stationary bikes we couldn’t put my foot in the pedals; they would fall out repeatedly, or my foot would kick the bike repeatedly, and no matter what we tried (like rubber thingies tied around my ankles, etc), they would fail. But. This bike, after ten minutes of adjusting, worked. I just had to concentrate on my right foot and not let it wobble. The only embarrassing thing is, I had to let my right hand fall in to my crotch, and let it stay there. Well, there are many embarrassing things about my condition; this is a minor one.
So I biked for five minutes at a little bit hard setting; by the time I was done, I was profusely sweating. And happy. Then I biked at a easier setting for five minutes more, just winding down.
Oh — This is a relatively big apartment complex; say, 200 apartments, something like that. And it’s a small gym; really an exercise room, I think ten machines. You would think it would be very busy. But it’s the opposite. We have passed the exercise room many times, and Velma has used it three times. In all that time we have seen two people using it. Otherwise it’s empty. Weird.
Anyway. I am now cheerful. And tired. But mostly cheerful.
