Ditto the people-telling-you-how-to-erg-when-they're-doing-it-wrong experiences. I particularly love the woman who walks in with her personal trainer, hops on, flails around for 5 minutes with a look of extreme agony, gets off, lifts weights, repeats (to her credit, the flywheel is ~4 -- everyone else is, of course, at 10).
I'm part of a neighborhood summer swim league that my friends and I have been doing forever, so I've kind of been getting back into swimming shape. Luckily there aren't many girls left in my age group, so I don't have to worry about getting my ass kicked too badly.
I made the stupid decision to go running the other day in 93ยบ, 96% humidity... without stretching enough. Every part of my legs hurts. so. badly. But it was a good run! I've started running with a family friend who's a long-time marathoner and her group of running buddies. It's a lot of fun, but they're super-intimidating. Their Thursday loop begins and ends at this awesome neighborhood French bakery -- I've yet to give in to the German Chocolate Cupcake, but it's probably just a matter of time.
That's all for now... go USA! Sorry about France, Sara. hahaha.
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