Today I met my new nemesis: The elliptical machine. Just when I thought nothing could drag me into a hate-need-hate relationship like the good old Stairmaster, along comes this thing. It's insidious; it requires less coordination than the Nordic-track thingy, and it doesn't throw you off the back like a treadmill. After twenty minutes, I felt like I'd been running forever.
And the blasted thing feels like it will really burn the fat. Sigh.