I was at the YMCA yesterday, doing my best impression of someone exercising. I love the Y, because it's normal people. The Y doesn't try to sell me upgraded memberships, discourage me with massively fit people who look better than I ever will, or blast annoying techno music. Granted, I haven't been to a real gym in several years, so my mental picture may be a bit dated.
As I was pedaling the stationary bike from 1994 (it had one good pedal), I saw a curious site. A woman was hula hooping. And while hula hooping, she was texting. For a good fifteen minutes. No, I was not staring at her, but I was enthralled that someone could do both of those things at once. I can barely do one of them.
"Creepy Y guy still staring. LOL."
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