Walk The Line

I have never been one for working out. For me, who likes competition, I would much rather get my exercise under the auspices of a game of soccer, football, tennis, etc.

But just as Mrs Coil has been expanding, I too seem to have acquired a belly of my own. Not sure if its the metabolism kicking in after all those years or simply a case of pets mirroring their owners.

The compromise that we reached was that with our birthdays nine days apart our present to each other would be a treadmill. Mrs Coil went out and did the research and an hour later had ordered one. It came last Thursday and looks impressive. It just about does everything but have someone run on it. That you have to do yourself. But there is a place to put your Ipod and it also records your blood pressure.

The thing is an impressive looking piece of machinery and towers above like a preying mantis. Just hope it doesn't eat me after we're done.