I’m at the YMCA. Third day in a row… Walking my heart out. The ladie next to me is making look like a slacker, but it’s hard enough to type and crank out a steady 3.7 mph.
I forgot my headphones is the thing. I can’t listen to Dear Hank and John or watch you tube or practice my Spanish.
I can walk and type and listen and watch and wonder.
The treadmills face giant windows that look out at the street. It’s raining. It’s rained all day.
I’m wondering if there’s a gym tour. What the equipment does. Where it is. How to use it.
This building is huge, but I’ve onlie seen this small part. Maybe after I’ve walked a bit ill go find out. I should hit the mile mark soon.