why i should endeavor to strive to attempt to try to aspire to intend to plan to have tuesday be a running day.

one of the best things about running is that you can get dressed and go just about anytime or anywhere - especially if you aren't afraid of the dark. but woe is me b/c i am not supposed to run every day on account of having recently been fracturized so every-other day at work i am confined to the fitness center. the fact that i am about to complain about the fitness center should in no way detract from the facts that it is stellartacular to have a fitness center at work and i recognize that everyone doesn't have access to such a fine facility right there handy in their workplace building.

what i don't like about the fitness center, in no particular order:
- it does not smell nice.
- it is inside.
- the selection of equipment is limited.
- the weights guilt me into lifting when all i came to do is ride the recumbent cycle - by which of course i mean read my book.
- other people use the facility while i am in there.
- there are so many fans going you'd think we were testing ourselves for aerodynamics.
- the later in the day it gets, the more crowded the fitness center becomes.

i am not always in complete control of my schedule on tuesdays. wait - i take that back - yes, i am. we are all in control of ourselves nearly all the time, although we don't always recognize it. so i guess i'd have to say that i CHOOSE to sit in the weekly staff meeting instead of CHOOSING to get up and walk out on my boss & coworkers at 10:30AM in order to secure the piece of aerobic fitness equipment that i desire.

today i got there so late that i was there when the fat-fatties were having their learn about the fitness equipment and generally show each other a great deal of support mutual bonding time. now don't get me wrong - i love the fat-fatties and their courage and how they try so hard and how they work it! work it! work it! but this one particular fat-fattie in a lavender hanes-her-way-just-my-size matching fleece set was using MY bike. she could barely move the pedals around. she was sweating and breathing heavy and just trying so hard, bless her heart, and all i wanted to say to her was - «get your fat ass the hell off my bike!»

i opted for the treadmill.