so Friday evening I went to one of the other branches of the athletic club. There are five of them in the area, three of which are women only, which seems a bit unfair, but (insert long diatribe about second-class citizen status and invisible backpacks of privilege and whatnot) whatev. This one has a pool, but it's not like a lane-swimming pool; it's like the one at my grandmother's retirement village - four feet deep and good for standing around and exercising in.
Anyway, I did five miles in about 38 minutes on my old friend the ellipitical. Why can't I run like that in real life? Back when I was doing the Couch to 5K program, I gasped and thudded and good-Lord-what-the-hell-am-I-doing my way through a 5K in a hair under 40 minutes. THANK YOU CRAPPY KNEES. AND BODY WEIGHT.
So the next day, Saturday, I met Kyle. He seemed a harmless enough sort. I got poked and calipered and measured and surrounded by tape measure and all that. Wheeeeeeee.
Saturday night I got rip-roaringly, pukingly drunk. Jagermeister is an evil, evil beverage.
Yesterday I spent recovering from the aftermath of Saturday. Though we had pizza for dinner and I only had two slices. Yay for small victories.
So that's where we stand. I will probably use the Wii Fit Plus today (yeah, I surround myself with SHINY OBJECTS THAT BOOP AND BEEP). One of the derby league coaches is coming by tonight to buy a pair of skates that I have, so I gotta stick around the house.
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