Gym Stuff

The last time I was in a gym (before last week, that is) I had a crappy clamshell Samsung phone that eventually cracked into two halves.

We were all so cute with our clamshell phones.

I had a CD walkman. If I dropped it while I was running on the treadmill, the CD went flying into the next treadmill. The CD player was never far behind. I'm lucky I didn't kill someone for all the times I dropped it.

My last gym was a New York Sports Club. I'm now going to a different New York Sports Club. They all smell the same. Chlorine, bleach and sweat.

I'm happy to be back at the gym. My legs are thrilled.