So, not going to the gym for a couple of weeks has made me pretty wimpy. Not only that, but I was shamed into trying the StairMaster and climbing an endless set of stairs was pretty unnerving. I almost panicked when I started getting tired after only five minutes! On the plus side, I felt quite tall on that contraption. On the minus side, there was a woman taller than me on the StairMaster to my right so I couldn’t pretend I was the biggest giant in the gym.

So, the story of how I ended up on the StairMaster is more interesting if I embellish it. It’s rude to quote someone’s email without asking her if it’s OK, so let’s say that this imaginary person named, say, CAROLYN is still talking to me and told me:

if you are at the gym to see hotties you will never get in shape. i notice no one else when i am at the gym. i am ALL FOCUS.

Internally, I was shamed. So to prove to myself I wasn’t just fooling around, I tried the one apparatus that everyone looks unhappy using: the Stairmaster. Fortunately, I didn’t fall off the thing.

Anyway, I’m in shape. It’s kind of a blobby shape, but it is a shape. (Oh, and even though the imaginary person who we’ll call CAROLYN wouldn’t notice me at the gym, you know I’d notice her.)