I can't believe I just allowed in an old piece of exercise equipment. I am the master of minimalism! I don't follow the "if you haven't used it in a year, get rid of it" rule, I toss stuff that hasn't been used in the past few hours. I hate bringing stuff into the house!
And I know the track record of home exercise equipment across this vast land. We make plans for "the new you" and we have New Year's resolutions and it's easy and it's quick and it's convenient and it's only three easy payments of this-or-that and it all turns into a dust-collecting dirty clothes hanger within weeks.
The thing in my extra room is a twenty year old solo flex that has sat unused for about ten years in a friend's house after he upgraded to a newer weight system (that, according to him, is actually used regularly). I knew what I was risking, I knew that I should turn down his kind offer, but then I accepted, and I actually went to his house to get it, and I dragged all hundred-plus pounds of it out of the car and into the garage and then into the spare bedroom abandoned by our oldest daughter about a year ago.
My son says he'll use it. I have plans to use it. But let's get serious, you and I both know what the odds are. The odds are against us. By a wide margin!
Which makes it just the kind of challenge I like.
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