GRIN # 426
Now you would think I’m gonna be talking about loose coins, popsicle sticks and pet hair, right?
I wish. That crap I could at least clean out and throw away.
I might add that we’ve dedicated a separate room in the house for these follies—it even features a monstrous Bow-Flex—but for some reason the mini-gym stays behind the couch.
It actually stays in the middle of the floor most days unless I have time to shove it back behind the couch. When I don’t and a neighbor stops by, it’s always a little awkward.
“What IS all that?”
I get it because, frankly, a few parts of the mini-gym look like implements of torture.
I mean, there’s a rope. Which I tie around Sister’s neck to take her out when I can’t find the leash.
Then, there’s a stick-like apparatus with blue handles that looks like a bludgeoning tool.
I can’t forget the muscle-roller-outer (I don’t know the real name) that looks like a battering ram.
And the push-up paddles look like the defibrillator paddles used to restart a heart.
You might notice the baseballs, too. Technically, those are for working out a knot in your muscle. You actually position yourself on the floor and roll around on the ball. They could also conceivably be thrown in a heated argument.
Last but not least is the balance board. It’s homemade, a heavy hexagonal-shaped piece of solid wood with sand-papery no-slip strips on it. It goes on a plastic cushion-like thing and you balance on it.
Tyler tried it once and fell and the non-slip treads made his side bleed. I don’t know what water boarding is exactly, but this board would be a good candidate.
Kinda makes me feel like hurling a baseball.
What’s behind YOUR couch?