Sharon bought this stepper weeks ago. Henry assembled it. She tried to use and really couldn't make it move. "It's really hard" she exclaimed. I mumbled something about changing the resistance.So today when I came back from walking she asked if I had a minute to change the resistance. So I went to her place. I got on the thing and couldn't make it move. She gets the book. There is no place to change the resistance. No dial, no nothing. Crap.
So I ignore the instructions and put it close to the wall. I finally made it work. Having something to hold on to other than those straps, helped greatly. I did it for 2 minutes...159 steps...thought I was going to die. I climb six flights at Acopian, the stadium at Fisher Field and walk up Frederick and Wyandotte streets with less effort.
I still think it's resistance. Maybe Henry screwed it together too tight or something. But I'm not mechanical, I can't help her.
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