I'm thinking that the universe is trying to tell me something...
Remember how I told you that I got an elliptical trainer? Works great, except I can't move the stride lengths because the pin mechanism is broken. I called. After about 1/2 hour trying to explain that a brand new machine shouldn't be broken, they sent me the replacement parts and had a gentleman *cough* not-so-gentlemanly *uncough* call me to tell me to call him when I get the parts.
Parts came.
One out of three were backordered.
Still haven't gotten the parts, nor have I had my elliptical fixed.
It's karma. I finally go to do something good and healthy for me, and what happens? It's broken. Maybe I did something bad and it's the universes way of telling me what a horrible person I am.... Maybe the swearing and yelling at people on the highway to and from work has come back to bite me in the ass. Maybe it's the revelry I had in daydreaming about my ex-graduate adviser waking up with a missing penis, which shouldn't be too bad since it has to be extremely tiny in the first place. Or maybe it was the wishing that the woman at the store who was incredibly mean to me got her comeuppance for which she had to grovel at my feet and beg my forgiveness.
Whatever it was, it came back and slapped me down!
But! I vow from this moment to stop grumbling at the brokeness of my elliptical, and ignore the complaints of my quads, and get back up and going. I'll let you know how it goes. :D
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