I’m always joking at the gym that I’m going to do 3 rounds of some exercise because, in general, I should be able to 6 of almost all of the things we count in that fashion. Today I barely did four. The reason, besides standard Monday fatigue, is that we did a 500m row for time. I’m sure we look like complete doofuses to anyone who really knows how to row, but we flail and pull and do whatever we can to finish as quickly as possible. The fastest guys at the gym are all over 6 feet tall. I finished in 1:35.7 which isn’t all that fast but still my personal best (I haven’t been able to beat my 1:39.2 for over a year now). Sean was right next to me and finished TEN SECONDS FASTER. I can barely get my instantaneous time under 1:20 pace on the meter and he finished in 1:25.7. Wow.
I’m not sure I have much more than that going on today. I did find out that my friends are useless in their suggestions of who I should ask out. I knew that before; they’re all married guys who met their wives a long time ago and have no memory of what dating is like. I also suspect they take some pleasure in seeing me fail. The latest woman they were trying to get me to ask out looked way too young for me and I confirmed that by finding her online profile. I also found out she’s married. I also found out her spouse is a woman. As my friends pointed out, at least now I have several reasons why I don’t need to bother asking her out.
At least no one has hacked me up with a hatchet (I should probably stop using Burn After Reading as a comparison to my dating life.)