Today I walked:
3.1 miles (no incline) on the treadmill.
Today I observed:
The crazy men who live in my complex and are OBSESSED with weightlifting. Can I just say, it's super awkward to find yourself alone in a room with a man who is GRUNTING LOUDLY and swearing at a MACHINE. If you can't do it without giving yourself a hernia, it seems like maybe you should lower the weights a bit, no? I mean, it doesn't LOOK healthy....
To top it off, I said goodbye (just out of politeness - he had until then failed to even make eye contact) and his voice came out all high-pitched and friendly "TAKE CARE!" (::squeak::). Odd. Very odd.
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I think I actually sound far worse on a treadmill, because my feet hit it so hard. I always feel like the machine is about to break!
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