Precor Elliptical (a newer model with a smoother stride), 45' at 20/20 incline and 8/20 resistance, about 6K strides. I changed machines at 15' when the one to my left became free so I could read captions on CNN more easily, so I'm not sure. I used two 2-pound handweights nearly throughout. Every five minutes or so I'd check my heartrate through the sensors the handles: 160 rpm, above both the purported "fat-burning" and "cardio training" ranges, but I didn't feel strained. For a couple of periods I dropped the weights and pushed my strides-per-minute above 175 instead of my average of 130-135, and that's what I should do. That challenged me aerobically as my usual efforts do not.
Then I swam a half-mile, even though thunder in the distance probably had closed city pools. Ha.
Me and Harry Potter is like me and Woman on the Edge of Time or me and The Fountainhead or me and The Giver. They're way easy targets and that's why I like them, because I can feel superior to them. But I'm only showing my own stupidity by not picking on something my own size. I have long maintained that Harry Potter is fun but not worth such devotion and analysis--so why do I reread and analyze? Pomposity, OMFB.
Seeing "Prisoner of Azkaban" got me rereading Prisoner of Azkaban and then Goblet of Fire and then today starting Order of the Phoenix. I got a couple hundred pages in and then stopped myself, because god knows I'll reread them when #6 comes out and they don't bear rereadings that often.
My new grievance tickled the back of my mind at the end of Prisoner: how did Sirius get a wand after getting out of Azkaban? He couldn't go to Diagon Alley or show his face anywhere in the wizarding world. It crystallized at the end of Goblet: when an animagus transmogrifies, how does it keep its wand? I'll allow clothes to reappear on rehumanizing because that's so assumed in fiction as to be quibbling even for me. But a wand is not so much an extension of the body as all that: viz Harry dropping his at the Quidditch World Cup.
The biggest problem is this: when Voldemort lost his corporeal self after his curse rebounded off Harry, he could not have kept his wand. He could not hold it. Who restored that very same wand (we know it is the exact same wand) to him when he got re-embodied at the climax of Goblet? Did Wormtail accompany him to the Potters' that night and pick up the wand? We are given to understand Voldemort was alone.
Which reminds me--and this, unlike the previous, is easily my own not remembering and not a fault of Rowling's--but if Sirius was suspected immediately upon the Potters' deaths, why would Hagrid have borrowed his motorcycle? Neither can I omit commenting again on Voldemort's stupidity as a villain: it doesn't fit with his character so is an intrusive, shoddy crutch on Rowling's part that Voldemort explains himself to Harry, and that this explanation happens at the end of every. single. book.
Plus Goblet's fleeting look of triumph in Dumbledore's eyes when he learns that Voldemort now has, through Harry's blood, the protection Harry's mother's love and sacrifice laid in his skin bothers the hell out of me.