It was a beautiful summer day out, and I went to the gym, making for a nice quiet gym experience.
I did 75 minutes on the Beast (which I guess is what we are calling the Arc Trainer these days), Level 5, while watching Bait Car (so embarrassing to admit). Then I did 45 minutes of weight lifting, core, and stretching on a new floor that blasts the same music mix constantly. There aren't enough women singing on it, though I can't argue with getting to hear old 80's favorites like "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors and "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince and the Revolution.
I ended up having a lengthy chat session (at least 20 minutes, I'd say) with a locker room friend, a strong fullish-figured straight African American woman who wears beautiful dresses. She does double work-outs, arriving right on the dot at 5am on week days and then also coming after work. She was changing during our conversation and did that weird thing where people change so that you never get to see any skin. I haven't come out to her lest things become even more careful
