March 7, 2008

  • Heavy things are heavy

    I just want to do a really quick little update this morning.  I don’t have a lot of time but I think that I can squeeze something out.

    After a week of anticipation, false starts, floods and miscues the exercise equipment has been relocated to the basement.  When I got home I went to work staging everything to be moved.  The Bowflex is huge and that biotch was not going to go through the door so I had to partially disassemble the thing.  The treadmill was too wide to roll through the door and had to be pulled sideways.  The elliptical was already moved out of the room so I was all ready when my buddy came over.

    We tackled the Bowflex first.  Granted it was the lightest thing that we moved but it was also the most awkward since the base was so large.  I contemplated disassembling the base but I remembered spending hours beating the damn thing with a rubber mallet to have it seat properly and if at all possible I didn’t want to repeat that situation.  We managed to finagle the thing down the stairs and then tackled the treadmill.

    The treadmill is like this looming wart on my nose.  The thing has been the bane of my exercise routine since we got it.  When we purchased it I didn’t want to wait for Sears to deliver so I took it home in the back of the Mitsubishi Eclipse I had at the time.  It stuck out the back of the car and we were in a snow storm.  Then when we got to our apartment I proceeded to move this heavy ass thing up the front steps, up a flight of steps to our door, into the apartment, and then up another flight of steps to the bedroom.  What in the hell was I thinking?  I don’t know how I managed to get the thing up all by myself but I did.  I guess that I am truly a studly mofo.  Fortunately I no longer want to prove my perch in the jungle and I don’t try to move heavy things by myself.  We got the treadmill down without too many problems. 

    The final thing we had to move was the elliptical and I wasn’t looking forward to moving it.  It was delivered by the company we bought it from and it hasn’t moved since.  The thing is a really good quality one and has a huge ass flywheel and weighs a ton.  Thankfully the thing is pretty narrow and it moved the easiest of the three.

    Now that everything has relocated to the basement I have to set everything up.  I think that this weekend I may put in some additional lights down there.  I’m also going to price punching bags. 

    Amanda commented as she was squeegeeing the basement that she would love to have the basement finished and start having parties down there.  I agree that it would be nice.  I’m contemplating starting on it myself but I don’t want to commit to work on it every single night for 5 hours.  I think that if I work on it part-time I could have it done by the end of next winter. 

    Later on in the evening we ate dinner with another couple at BW3′s.  It was pretty good but I caught my mouth on fire.  I ordered my normal Hot wing sauce but the wings were really unbelievably hot and by the 8th wing it was no longer fun.  The simple act of placing a piece of food in my mouth was painful.  It was kind of nuts.  Thankfully my mouth has since recovered.

    We have no big plans this weekend, but that is about par for the course since we usually don’t have anything crazy going on.

Comments (2)

  • Its funny what you will do when you really want something.  I’ve moved so many things and played the delivery guy so many times because I was wanting it now.  

    Have a good one!!!!

  • I think it would be good for me to invest in some exercise equipment. But what stops me is always the thought of how bulky it is, how it never matches anything, and how it’s so hard to put away when you don’t want it in front of the TV anymore. =P

    RYC: You’re right, sometimes a call is all it takes. And the California real estate situation can leave us a little myopic. Whenever a Californian leaves the state it’s always like, “HOW much do things cost here? Holy crap!”

    A read an article about this alleged plague called “Californication” – which is when a Californian hits a small town, goes “It’s so cheap here!” and then brings other Californians along with him. Before you know it, you’ve got inflated housing costs, urban violence, flashy strip malls and pissed-off natives.

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