I absolutely did not want to run last night -- it was cold outside, I had a headache, wah, wah. Around 8:30 p.m. I willed myself to go to the gym and put in at least a minimal effort. Totally worth it though: I spent an hour trying not to stare at a woman who was doing the craziest, most distracting Stairmaster workout EVER.
First, the clothes: bathing suit top, men's boxer shorts (seemingly with elfin Santa characters, hard to tell from a distance), calf-length tube socks, hiking boots, and pile of hair like Amy Winehouse (no mascara though).
Second, the workout regimen: most of the time, she was nearly crouching down at the base of the Stairmaster with her arms extended straight up overhead, hanging onto the arm rails. It did not look comfortable, normal or especially beneficial to one's health. Then occasionally she'd stand upright and use the machine more normally, except....
Third, the newspaper: ... when standing up she took the opportunity to read the paper, sort of. She had a huge stack of newspapers -- like, a foot-tall stack of daily newspapers, free supermarket circulars, and those random papers that always seem to be around but no one actually read. She didn't seem to be reading them either, more like looking at each page for a few seconds, then violently turning the page, and then throwing the paper on the floor in such a way that it fell open in crumpled pile. By the time she finished her workout, there was seriously a mole hill of newspapers piled all around her.
Anyway, it made the time pass.
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