I'm looking over my desk at the two exercise machines who's sole purpose is to keep dust from getting on the carpet. One of them is an Elliptical that my daughter promised she'd use, and she did for a short time. The other is an old push-me pull-you bike sort-of contraption that looks like it came straight out of the black depths of David Lynch's mind. We're just not the exercising type. We try, but unfortunately, we can think of a bajillion other things we'd rather be doing, and so we do. ...