When 19:29 Minutes Seem Like 19:29 Hours!

I try and start my day with some post-breakfast exercise and today, ugh, I felt like a fat hamster trying and trying to get that treadmill spinning but couldn’t wait to hop off.

For a good laugh you can see (a) how slow my pace is and (b) that I had the treadmill at a whopping 1% incline….yet I’m still complaining.


Worse, it said I burned only 76 calories. What is that, a lick of chocolate?

I try all sorts of methods to keep motivated while on the treadmill, my favorite is not to look…


That can be either really good or really bad. Today, I was sure I can gone ten minutes and I was only at five. Geez, that’s bad.

I try watching TV while on the treadmill but to hear anything over my horrendous feet thumping it requires the TV volume to be at decibels only Dawg can hear and she hates it and leaves the room. I’d listen to my iPhone music but I hate my earbuds and am constantly pulling them out or readjusting them.

While ambling along this morning, I was watching a movie on TCM with Mickey Rooney and some Big Bands of the 40s and I got to thinking what ever happened to big bands?  (I’m probably the only one wondering this, right?) I can remember in the 50s and early 60s, my sister and her friends would run into Philly and NYC to listen to big band concerts and the boys in the high school band played 100% big band sounds. I bet if you asked 100 millennials today, 99 wouldn’t have a clue who Glenn Miller is, let alone either Dorsey Brother. That’s a crime in my book, like Flash said in the previous thread, that Weejuns seems to be a word only understood by us old farts.


Photo and tag from Wikipedia: Historically relevant photograph: A portrait of the Dorsey brothers Orchestra in 1934: George “Gus” Throw (kneeling at left) with the Dorsey Brothers Orchestra in 1934. Others in the front row (L-R) are Roc Hillman, Don Matteson, Skeets Herfurt and Ray McKinley. Standing are Bobby Van Eps, Delmar Kaplan, Tommy Dorsey, Kay Weber, Jimmy Dorsey, Glenn Miller and Jack Stacey.

I grew up with a dad and mom who lived and breathed music, jazz specifically. We had records blasting all the time of jazz artists and would dance around to the greats like Count Basie….talk about a long time ago!!

So back to the treadmill later. It’s nice enough outside to do some planting – I’ve been holding off to be SURE, absolutely sure, the last frost is behind us. With this spring, it’s anyone’s guess.

Happy Saturday fellow hamsters!

23 thoughts on “When 19:29 Minutes Seem Like 19:29 Hours!

  1. I find the treadmill the least effective piece of exercise machinery known to mankind, at least for my slower and aging legs. I gained weight after I stopped working that I can’t get rid of and thought a treadmill at home would help. It sits there in all its dusty glory laughing at me that I paid so much for it.

    We’re the same age so of course I know my big bands. I texted my sons after seeing this post and asked if either recognized Glenn Miller or Tommy Dorsey. No. I guess I have some records to buy.

  2. Cowboys are gone too. Yesterday’s TCM movies were mostly westerns, great cowboy and Indian fights – bad guy good guy stuff that is unPC today. I don’t think my grandchildren understand the word cowboy, let alone follow one on TV like we did as kids. I never missed a Lone Ranger or Roy Rogers. Hopalong Cassidy. Wild Bill Hickock. The Cisco Kid, back when men were men and you could say How to an Indian without being scalped.

    1. EOS could do a blog post a day of great things that are long gone from our American culture. Cowboys and big bands are only two. How about actual real good movies versus today’s remakes and garbage? How about riding bikes to school? How about root beer Popsicles? How about Ed Sullivan?

  3. Nordic Tracs and 80s home design, anyone?

    Back in the mid-nineties, I had one of the early incarnations of the Nordic Trac machine. The arm and leg tension factors were quite adjustable, but — hooray! — there were zero electronic gewgaws other than a timer. Of course, the advertising promise that the contraption could easily be folded up and stashed out of sight was complete b.s., but I didn’t care because we had it set up in our late 80s-style seriously oversized master bedroom.

    In retrospect, I wondered … WTF was that big master all about? If you could afford that kind of square footage, why on earth would you want to wake up to a commanding view of your home office, your exercise equipment, and your completely redundant sitting area with upholstered furniture utterly ruined by pets and small children? But there I was.

    Anyway, my routine was that I spent many a happy half hour sweating up a storm on that thing while watching an episode of “Absolutely Fabulous,” — someone PLEASE tell me you too remember that BBC series! — all the while fantasizing about the giant glass of white wine I’d enjoy right afterward. And, y’know, the damn thing worked.

    When we relocated we ended up in a house where there was no place to put the Nordic Trac except the 3rd floor, which–while heated and cooled–was seriously depressing, with its dingy light and low ceiling. I donated the thing to a church sale. I dearly wish I hadn’t.

    Maybe, EOS, you can also run posts on “things I got rid of that I wish I’d kept”? I have others I could add, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.

    1. I never owned an old NordicTrac but a house I rented had one up on the third floor (I’m sensing a theme here). I was seriously unable to stay coordinated while using that thing and gave up, like I’m guessing the homeowner did, hence its third floor position. Today’s NordicTracs are, let’s gently say, wildly over the top huge and expensive. (Pet peeve: no exercise equipment company ever advertises its gear with a fatty trying it. It’s always the person who is has zero body fat and rock hard abs).

      My garage has a dusty elliptical that is in the “now what” pile. I’ve donated previous treadmills to family members and one exercise bike landed in the construction dumpster when no one was looking.

      I’m envious of people who have houses with dedicated exercise rooms. I don’t, so my current behemoth sits in the TV room, like an albatross. I don’t have a huge master bedroom and since it’s been remodeled, I refuse to move anything in there to muddle up the cool new vibe.

      The old NordicTrac you had was, as you said so well, ideal in so many ways. Nothing to plug in. Not overly unattractive or massive. Got a good workout. Betty, I bet you could buy an old NT for a song on Craigslist, or hey, at the next church sale! You might even find your old one being pawned off again!

      I remember Absolutely Fabulous but didn’t watch it.

      As for things I got rid of that I wish I kept – first off, my 26″ waist. 🙂 Sigh.

  4. A couple of things come to mind re: things I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of – my Heller plastic dinnerware (perfect for feeding grandchildren) & all those Papagallos & Capezios.

    1. Plastic dinnerware is great. When my parents downsized, I was handed a pile of plastic dinner plates my children had given my mother as thank yous – it was the kit where you drew a picture, mailed it in and it came back a plate – remember those?

      Pappagallos ruled. I loved that clip on bows you could buy to dress up a plain pair of flats, although the inside of the metal clip put a dent in the top of my toes. There’s a great idea to bring back, minus the metal pain.

  5. ‘Way back when… Pappagallo had an outlet in Nyack. Settebello turtlenecks, anyone? Fast forward to age and prosperity and St. John’s knits. Does anyone wear those now?

    1. Yes to St. John then, not now though (my mom has some gorgeous vintage St. John suits!!). No to Settebello. Drop a link in a comment if you find a photo of one.

      I lived in madras shirtwaist dresses in high school

      And dressier, for a cocktail party, I had a ton of what I called coat dresses. They buttoned like a coat but it was a dress. They were so easy.

      I’d kill kill kill to have my 1960s closet of clothes back.

  6. Ah, now you’re all talkin’ the kinds of things I meant! My list includes …

    . Those classic, perfect 1993 black suede, pointy-toed Ferragamo pumps … why on earth did I think I’d never want to wear them again, and consign them?

    . That Berkshire Hathaway stock I was smart enough to buy in 1980 … why was I dumb enough to sell it in 1982?

    . That 1930s Tiffany chandelier I had no use for because my dining room was no longer in use as a dining room … I could’ve simply put it in a box up on the dreary 3rd floor mentioned earlier, but nooooo ….

    . T-shirts from several 1980s 10ks I ran on Shelter Island … how cool would it be to strut around in them now? (As if they’d fit, ha ha.)

    . Bound printed two-volume copy of Ph.D. dissertation of Jeffrey Hopkins, once an instructor on Bhuddism at my college, now a member of the Dahli Lama’s inner circle.

    . Just one — just one! — of my Lester Lanin beanies?

    Epic sigh.

    1. That’s an incredible list Betty!!!! As you said, had you kept just one, preferably the Tiffany lamp or the BH stock…..you’d be writing from your villa in Barbados today.

      I’d add for now, pre-coffee Sunday morning:

      >The poster from a 1960s Janis Joplin Philly concert I’ve talked about here before.

      >ALL my 1960s clothes. Every last skirt, dress, cost, shoes, jewelry.

      More as I am coherent.
      >All the original mid century modern furniture from the house I grew up in. The butterfly Knoll chairs in red, orange, and blue.
      >Would have forbidden my father from REUPHOLSTERING his original 1960s Eames chair. The chair is around still, in storage with my brother in law, but the 1980s naugahyde replacement is painful to see. What was dad thinking??

      1. Easy answer to the Naugahyde question … Your father worked for DD! If it was synthetic, it was superior! 😀.

        Modern mid century furniture is wonderful. I didn’t actually know anyone who had it in their homes back in the day, but I sure admire it now.

        1. We were the odd people out in Wilmington with a modern house and modern furniture and modern art – surrounded by antique stone homes and clapboard colonials, the neighbors saw us as the ruination of the neighborhood! The house has long since been torn down, a cookie cutter colonial in its place but the neighbors are once again happy.

          Good theory about dad and the Naugahyde but I’m guessing it was my fastidious mother who didn’t like that the real leather might have been fading or frayed. My mother never let anyone use the fireplaces (and there were a couple huge ones) because she didn’t want the dust and dirt. I didn’t inherit that gene!!

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