Today was 40 minutes on the climb mill, and 35 on the weight floor (Total 1 hr 15 min).
There is a fellow who is newly into the stairmaster and wants it the same time I do. So thus it takes up one of the stairmasters, so usually the other one is in use. I stared forlornly and desperately at him and the person on the other stairmaster today but it was clear they were not in getting off. In my head I started to hear a song. "It's beginning to look a lot like the climb mill." Not a happy song! I gave up and clomped on over to the climb mill, which I have avoided for awhile now. I was happy to start being able to see my heart rate again which I can't on the stairmaster; however, the towels slide off the side because it's so vertical, and as if life couldn't get worse, my towel slid off today and somehow shut the machine down until I removed the fallen towel! I understand it was a safety precaution but, damn, my heart rate went back to 120 before I was back on. I kept my heart rate in the 150s while on it.
The anorexic woman was walking around without her shirt on in the locker room but with her arms crossed over her chest. Her name is Laura. We know one another but often just exchange a smile. There is also a woman I call the Borderline (as in "personality disorder") woman who I seem to be crossing paths with in the locker room a lot lately. She's exceptionally pretty, and I sometimes think about how perhaps that allows her to act out more without consequence. She was annoyingly curled up on the bench under the coat rack today, so I avoided getting my coat until she'd cleared out.
Hope everyone has some pleasant exercise this week
