I went to bed too late last night and had to get up early for work, so I was pretty tired today. It was a push to get myself to the gym, but I did it: 32 minutes on my favorite stairmaster. I finished my depressing but good documentary on Chronic Fatigue Syndrome called "Unrest." Now I've started (also on Netflix) another depressing but good doc called "Brave Miss World" about rape. There's nothing like being tired, on a stairmaster, and crying as you watch a movie.
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The personal trainer, Janet, who has a tendency to invade my space was there. After I get off the stairmaster I have a post-stairmaster routine where I go to a window ledge and watch a few more minutes of my Netflix. It's a good way to wind down, and it's a spot where there's a fan. So it's very personal time. I'm sitting there watching my movie, in my space, and who gets in next to me wayyyyy to close and starts to engage me. Yep, Janet. I'm always half-friendly but not signaling much engagement back to her, and she wanders off. She told me I could remember her name by thinking, "Damn it, Janet!" and that's exactly what comes to mind when she and I have an encounter
Saying of the day: Bodies in motion stay in motion... especially when 20 grand is involved.