No Lifting for Me
Plans of lifting at work yesterday were spoiled when I realized, standing in the locker room half undressed, that I had forgotten shorts. ARGHH. This was made more painful by the fact that I had traipsed across campus in the cold rain. I briefly (very briefly I might add) thought about lifting in my work clothes. I was after all, wearing jeans and had a sports bra, t-shirt and sneakers, but did not want to be one of THOSE people. I see them occasionally – they are usually upper management and they waltz into the weight room and do some bench press and a few other machines before waltzing out. Seems odd to me. Even odder is the one guy I’ve seen hop on the stationary bike in work clothes (and these are not jeans). To each his own – hope they don’t have any meetings in close quarters after that.
Marty is tempting me with saying maybe we can buy me a cross bike. We can get a good deal at Inside Out, but I waffle between wanting it and wanting to save all the money we can. What to do, what to do.