So, I bought this 400 lb behemoth a couple weeks ago off of the Facebook marketplace. Little did I know, before going to pick it up from the seller, that it was hidden in the depths of an ancient building whose staircase into the basement was nominal. Myself, a 5-foot-3-inches medium build female and an ex-football player were the ones there to pick it up. We should have brought 2 or 3 more people with us.
There was a point in this adventure that I was holding up the weight of the machine on my forearms. The bruises this would leave left me looking as though I had a troubled home life.
It took us nearly an hour in our war against gravity to lift this thing out of the basement. Thanks in no small part to the kind gentleman who lent us a third set of hands for the task.
Now to the real question: why did I purchase this thing? It's not for my personal use, in case that's what you were thinking. No, I've got it set up at my workplace. When I break even on my expenses I'll be donating the device to the facility as a hopeful source of income for our non-profit facility. My arms still hurt.