The Sign Says

You know a couple weeks ago I saw a sign at the gym asking people to limit their cardio machine workouts to like 30 minutes. To which I adhere, but as with most "rules" still mentally throw two middle fingers up and fart in their general direction. I mean 30 minutes?? That's like a bartender asking a bar fly to limit their time to 30 minutes on the stool before they give it up. I still think the rule is a result of that 60 minute StairMastering I put in right around Christmas. Grrrr!

Anyway, I did my 30, got off, then proceeded to the chest press machine which seemed to be f*cked and in need of repair so I moved on yet again. Upon completing a shortened circuit of weights I wanted to head back to the StairMaster. But they were booked. All two of them. One of them with a chick that was on before I started about 45 minutes ago. CLEARLY not adhering to the rules. But did I bitch? No. Did I moan? No. Well maybe just a little, but in the end I moved on to the rowing machine. Did 10 minutes of stroking on that and then headed home. 300 calories short of the days goal, but still not going to bitch too much since I am officially down 6 pounds today! Ephing-eph-eph-eph-ity-ephy yeah!

Tomorrow could have been a night XC race in the snow. OR it could have been Snow Cross during the day. As it is, I might try to ski, but it's supposed to be like 1 degree or something obnoxious like that, so I may just end up on the trainer for like 5 hours or something. Or 20 minutes and 6 beers. Who knows? Winter sucks. I would like to bitch more, but the PGH area continues to suffer way more than me up here in Michigan, so I won't. Not yet.

Later.