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Video of me in a one-man protest during the 1995 gov shutdown... < 2 mins

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qxr2a8d20W0

Of interest to few if anyone but me

That was odd. After drinking 10% alcohol beer last night and having nachos for lunch today, I went to my fav gym to run on a treadmill while watching trash tv. Only, the power was out due to 150mph winds. So the guy by the door mentioned that there was CourtHouse...and I've never been there because I thought from the outside it looked like a cardio bunny hole.
CardioBunnyHole. I need to use that again.
In bed.
I hit the gym and ran on a treadmill, finishing JudgeJoeBrown and starting in on JudgeJudy. The woman who took the "gift" of bail money for her son, then blew it at the track, was distracting enough for me to not puke up my nachos and make my requisite 3.0 incline 3 10-minute miles.

But the gym is odd. It's super clean, and there were many fit people - but the crowd was very different than Ballston. First, there was only 1 squat rack (though many flat benches and 2 smiths). The muscle guys there didn't really have legs. They had a "boxing studio," but it was too small to do any real work and the hanging bags were all on a metal stand - so you could not work around the bag. It was pointless, utterly pointless - only idiots who walk up and hit the bag hard could get their not-macho on in there.

The guy on the treadmill beside me was running 8 mph and a few of the girls were kicking royal ass. I had to ignore the super-hot so-tight-nothing-bounced-but-her-ponytail as she ran like it was nothing faster than I...but the real winner was a girl off to my side who had a sizable belly but was running fast enough to take ass and kick names. Damn impressive. Also odd was the several pregnant women I saw working out - I mean I see pregnant people work out all the time, but I think there was 3-5 in there at the same time.

It's funny - I am not really losing gut because I keep eating and drinking too much, but my cardio has really improved. Sure I like to have a washboard, but I'm pretty happy I can run as much as I do. I've faced the recent realization that I don't need to work out, or get stronger, or go all crazy like I do. It sounds obvious, but I have worked out so long it's hard to imagine its a choice. I'm greedy and I want more, more weight off the ground, less weight hiding my muscle, more abilities to win bar bets or prevent altercations...but I don't actually need that. However, without the regular influx of workout endorphins I might need more booze or prozac.