So while my stories of the gym tend to be about the women I don’t talk to, today they’re about dudes. I was talking to a psychiatrist about running (not during therapy, at the gym, pay attention) and I was telling him how I think it gets my blood sugar down and makes me cranky. When I’m running, all the mountain bikers make me mad, all the dogs off leash make me mad, other runners make me mad, etc. He said he thought I was always laughing and can’t imagine me cranky. AHAHAHAHA. Little does he know.

The other thing is that I think I figured out the song I’ve been looking for. They like playing upbeat dance music, and I think it’s a remix of “Amazing” by George Michael. Yet another sign of my manliness.

In any case, there weren’t all that many people at the gym today, but I did speak to several (married) women and did mention to one that my boobies hurt. OK, so they’re my pectoral muscles, but I thought it was funnier my way. Plus, everyone likes boobies.