I don't know about the price, but man, I had an interesting experience once on a stair master (the kind that looks like an escalator).
So there I was, doing my puny little aerobic workout, sweating like a pig (they tell me to work next to the floor drain), and this guy, late twenties, all-American look steps on to the machine next to mine. I always thought Michangelo's
David was an idealized male physique from the depths of his genius mind. Nope, he was standing right next to me. (He was wearing a Spandex(R) outfit--long sleeves and pants--that on most people would look stupid, but not so him--I swear, every vein showed).
So I watched this god in action. He did intervals on the stair master. And not wimpy stuff. I swear he was part bionic man. Out of morbid curiousity and total disregard for my own health, I tried to mimick his workout with him. Luckily he didn't notice. An ambulance a short time later (ok, I jest; it just felt like I should've been taken to the hospital), I gave up, slumped off the machine, and sat on the floor in a couple of inches of sweat until I had enough power to limp to the locker room.
If I would have had the courage, I would have asked him if his fat burning cardio had any other aspects besides killer step machine workouts. As it was, I couldn't speak. But if he had been offering for sale his workout regimes, I would have paid any price!
"If there's nothing else that's relevant, I'll be leaving now"
"Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground"