I discovered the elliptical machine at the gym this week. Had to have someone show me how to use it. It looks somewhat similar to the treadmill and as I can walk two miles on the treadmill, I thought I’d start out with 15 minutes on the elliptical.

No, I won’t.

I will start out and immediately decrease the resistance level to its lowest setting and be disappointed there is nothing labeled “for babies.” Within two minutes I know I am in trouble, serious trouble . . . at level one.

I didn’t have on my reading glasses — good thing, too — as I thought that level indicator turned into a frown as I lowered it to level one. I think it was disappointed in me. When I turn on the elliptical, it defaults — humorously and optimistically — to level five.

After five grueling minutes at baby level one, I got off. I’d like to say that I walked to my car, but that’s not true. I wobbled to my car. I have a suspicion I could have joined Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks.

Hello, my name is Tresha and I’m a wobbler.