Please sit back and relax as you board this bicycle built for two headed down fitness memory lane.
When I lived in DC I briefly saw a personal trainer. I think I got 3 free sessions with a new gym membership. That trainer was obsessed with the rowing machine. I had never used one before and my introduction to the rower was characteristically spastic. I remember struggling to work the electronic monitor and once that was sorted, to look like a vaguely normal person when fake rowing. I always got my feet stuck in the sneaker cages, which I argued to the trainer posed a serious evacuation hazard. To date, aside from a few brief dances with the rower at the fhitting room, those training sessions were my only interaction with the machine.
Until last week.
I was in NYC all week! It’s been months since that’s been the case. To celebrate my homecoming, the greater Manhattan area eschewed the sunshine-y spring we all expected and brought back winter winds and a lot of rain. I am tired of running in pants. And a hat. And gloves. (Aka what I wear when its anything below 49 degrees F.)
In between huddling to stay warm, I worked out. Here is my weekly fitness recap:
Monday: I didn’t workout, since you know, I raced 10 miles the day before. Also I was doing a cleanse. OK not exactly. By “cleanse” I mean I had jury duty and you can’t eat in the jurors’ lounge. On a typical work day I will snack on the half hour. So jury duty was an exercise in forced restraint since I was only able to eat at actual meal breaks. Hashtag detox! Super zen right?