yesterday was rainy in seattle. i know, i know. but it isn’t always. let me start over: yesterday was one of the rare rainy days we have in seattle, so i paid $12 and did 11 miles of treadmill running at the local young men’s christian association. 11 miles on a treadmill is incredibly boring. i lucked out in that there were no tvs. watching sunday-afternoon commercials for beer, deep fried corn chips dusted with flavored toppings, and viagra (yeah, i don’t see the connection either) are depressing but i think that’s a topic for another pulpit.

basically i’m saying that i had 1 hour and 15 minutes to people watch. it was maybe 1 hour and 10 minutes too long. mostly because i feel like i was in people’s homes, watching them in private moments that i really don’t know if i wanted to see. there was a girl who would do a curl or two and then turn around to see if her lumpy butt got any less lumpy (nope). and there was a dude who would do some pullups and then check to see if he got a txt msg (also nope). he looked like a castoff from the cast of entourage.

there were also a lot of lazy workouts going on. nowhere to be. just chilling on the exercise bike. i always thought about gyms the way i thought about bathrooms: go in when it’s time, get down to bidness, and then bail. actually, i think i used to make the same analogy about college. there were a bunch of weirdos there, too. though i guess that they’re not really weirdos. just regular people.

is that the common thread? other people around = no lingering? or that bailing early and not looking back is usually the right move for me? yeah. maybe that.

either way, i’m not going back. if it rains, i’ll get wet. gyms make me sad.

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