Be a Friend
This is our elliptical. We bought him last year in a fit of fitness rage. I was determined that having him here in our house would spur me on to greater things, and a lesser body. Recently I told my family that Daniel is lonely. (I hadn't actually named him before this. Daniel was the first name that came to mind.) I told them that we all need to spend more time with him. His self-esteem is surely suffering. He has a purpose and we aren't allowing him to fulfill it. He's just standing there waiting for us to pay him a little attention. He's patient, and a bit dusty. My daughter, Sadie, has taken him under her wing. She's been spending quality time with him every day. She watches Netflix on her phone while she sweats away. Never interested in being a cheerleader at school, she's become our own personal pep squad. "Rah, Rah, get your butt off the couch!" I'm the worst offender. Poor Daniel must feel so unloved as I p...