You are a sneaky little bastard. My ten minutes of brisk movement atop your large, inviting feet pedals was smooth sailing. You made me feel good, feel free, and feel energized. I glanced at your wonderful display, with all your fancy flashing stats and numbers, wondering what the hell it all meant, really only paying attention to the timer in the upper left-hand corner. Please tell me, elliptical, why I didn't feel pain while jogging along on top of you, I just felt the sweat beading along my forehead and down my back... I just felt the cool breeze of your built-in fan, cooling my sweaty face... Because, elliptical, we shall meet again tonight, and I am feeling the effects of your love now.
I have slept since last we met, I have eaten two meals. I have showered, I have watched television, I have worked. But I didn't feel you then. I suddenly feel you now. My ass, it hurts to sit, my legs, it hurts to walk or stretch. I miss you, elliptical, although the pain of our separation has just now snuck up on me, I do miss you. I look forward to when we next meet. I'll be there at 8 PM, baby. Will you be ready for me?
Love,
A happier, healthier Gina
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