George Rebane
This comes to you from our ‘Live Long and Prosper’ department. In this morning’s WSJ I saw an ad that elicited a “Sumbich! They finally did it.”, and a startled “What?!” from Jo Ann. Someone is introducing a walking desk into the workplace to keep us all healthier (more info here)
About ten years ago a friend convinced me to get a heavy-duty treadmill (True 550), and I started dividing my running between the outdoors and indoors. Along the way more birthdays brought more joint creaks and injuries, so I started throwing in some walking sessions on the treadmill. I was immediately hit by the utter boredom of the experience and understood why people stare at TVs while so engaged. Not a big TV fan, but an avid reader, I built a simple PVC pipe frame to which I attached the top of a music stand that held a stained plywood book stand. I built this stand with an array of peg holes that lets me put a book or magazine up there, and with a couple of appropriately placed pegs it will hold a wide variety of books open at any page and allows the pages to be turned easily.
Friends who looked at it thought it strange that I built this PVC gizmo and asked why I didn’t just buy the manufacturer’s book stand. Well, those kinds of stands are rickety, poorly designed, and attached to the treadmill which makes things jiggle with the footfalls of my powerful body. I explained that I wanted a rack that was completely separate from the treadmill and therefore very steady. Some years passed with my being able combine reading with exercise at any time of day or night. An added benefit of such a setup is that it really makes time pass quickly.
I usually make notes and need to scribble ideas and stuff on a pad while I read. No problem in a chair, but impossible on a treadmill. So it immediately hit me that all I need is to design and build a writing surface that easily fits on the treadmill and I would have a walking desk. Measure, measure, saw, saw, sand, sand, stain, stain, and it was finished. I proudly showed it to Jo Ann who long ago got used to all such crazy things her husband proposes and sometimes builds. To unsuspecting friends I often launched into my new walking desk sermon, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if you could have one of these walking desks in an office so that … .’ Well, you get the picture. The usual response was one of mild surprise, a lightly reined-in smile, sometimes a tolerably polite interest, and ‘We are going to have some wine, aren’t we?’
Since the treadmill lives in our game room with the poker table, my poker pals immediately saw the real use for the walking desk as another surface to pile stuff when we clear the table at the end of our congenial dinners and prepare for a serious evening of studying the game. But, dear reader, today I am vindicated and the philistines will have to take another tack – ‘OK, if you’re so goddam smart, why didn’t you patent it and … ?’








