45 minute run with 1 minute pushes, 6.32 miles. After running I lifted. Why do I always feel as if I'm encroaching on the "He-men's" sacred turf when I hit the weight room? I think there needs to be more 35-year-old running women and fewer 20-something frat boys with overdeveloped biceps lifting weights. I especially liked the "dude" who was lifting in his baggy jeans, t-shirt, and backwards cap. He did a few bicep curls and a little bench press and called it good. I would worry about the smell of his clothes that he clearly meant to wear the rest of the day, but I don't think he really worked up much of a sweat.
On another note, the woman sleeping in the locker room was actually homeless and looking for a warm place to crash. I empathize, but members are supposed to check in with our fingerprints at the front desk? So, who's letting other people in? (I guess she's not the first homeless person to use the club's facilities.) Gotta love the health club. I'm never bored.
(1 more pound down this week!) | 