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Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I have an exercise bike and acquired a 50 year old weight bench and old school heavy iron weights from my father in law.
It sucked at first, but I kind of like the old school weights. Much more intense workout than machines.
The bike, however, is driving me nuts. I ride until I hit 800 calories, at which point I can't feel my genitals, which is a bit disturbing. (I imagine, however, this would be a good prescription for premature ejaculation. "Ride this bike for 50 minutes before sex... You'll be good to go. Pay the $20 co-pay at the door. Thank you.")
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I may have told this one before but, here we go anyway.
I developed knee pain in my right knee. Ortho said it was from running, so I stopped running for a year and did some PT and rode the bike and did the elliptical. Hurt just as bad. Finally, one nice day I saw an old runkeeper entry from my fat days where I ran six miles (the longest I had ever run) and said to myself, "Damn, down 70 lbs, I am going to try one today and if my knee flares up, fuck it I am going to pogo on one leg until I beat that distance."
I set out, I run and lo and behold at about mile 3, my knee starts to feel like I took steroids. Clear, loose, and I beat my six miles. This was last July and since then, have been running fairly steadily -- mostly outdoors -- and only have knee pain when I run double digits two days in a row or when I ride the bike or do the elliptical, which is virtually never.
Now it's tougher to do the double digit distances because there are so many fucking people around.
