Gym, No More Lyrics
Ok, I'm tiring of the YMCA lyrics. They start to get a little suggestive after the first verse anyway. I went to the Y last night had about 45 minutes of workout time before I needed to get home and try (and fail) to help Meg with her end of marking period grading stuff. I did a mile on the treadmill and some weights, nothing too exciting. I tried to use an eliptical, but either my legs were too tired from the weight training or I'm a really clutz (or some wonderful combination of the two) resulted in me getting tired quickly but continuing for a few more minutes as I tried to figure out how to stop my legs without falling down, or getting hit by the arm-pump-things that were flailing about. Wee. Next time I go, I think it's time for some more rowing machine or swimming.