Put me in a room with 5000 different pieces of exercise equipment and then enjoy the show. (Ok, it would just be irritating to some people to witness, but I assure you my public fitness center naívete is genuine. Note this as yet another contradiction in my character, considering my fondness of athletics.)

I feel so old. It’s very much like this: “In my day, we were lucky to get a turn on a 5 station weight machine in the balcony of the school gym.”

I did get a great work-out today, and I think I will even get a hang of the different machines, but in the meantime:

I will likely face the wrong way on a seat again. And I’ve decided that’s O-kaaay.