Please sit back and relax as you board this bicycle built for two headed down fitness memory lane.
When I lived in DC I briefly saw a personal trainer. I think I got 3 free sessions with a new gym membership. That trainer was obsessed with the rowing machine. I had never used one before and my introduction to the rower was characteristically spastic. I remember struggling to work the electronic monitor and once that was sorted, to look like a vaguely normal person when fake rowing. I always got my feet stuck in the sneaker cages, which I argued to the trainer posed a serious evacuation hazard. To date, aside from a few brief dances with the rower at the fhitting room, those training sessions were my only interaction with the machine.
Until last week.