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[melograna]

I went for a walkrun in the park last night (if I call it a walkrun, that's when I tell people -- like myself, so I don't flake out -- I'm going for a walk and instead I run), and I saw a baby raccoon in the fork of a tree. We made eyes at each other for a bit until a passing car startled it and it ran away. Awww. So this is why I run outdoors

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[caillecha]

I HATE running in a gym. I despise treadmills. I think that's why I avoided running for so long. It's so much better outside!

Although I haven't been able to for the past four days...stupid heat! How could you stand it?

[melograna]

Treadmills are teh suck. Running on them makes me feel like a hamster.

I was so damn hot sitting still yesterday, I figured I was going to sweat no matter what and I might as well *do something* to justify it. The key is drinking close to two liters of water afterward.

[ris_arific]

I was so damn hot sitting still yesterday, I figured I was going to sweat no matter what and I might as well *do something* to justify it.

That's how I feel too. I walked past one of those digital clock/thermometers in Brooklyn Heights this afternoon and it read 100 degrees. I thought, it's easily 95 degrees in the shade right now. I think I'll go to the un-airconditioned Kula to bend, twist, throw myself upside-down, etc. Honestly, it's more comfortable to sweat in that way than to just feel like this perspiring motionless blob.

[melograna]

I'd rather choose to sweat -- and how to sweat -- than do so passively. But I don't always feel that way.

[ris_arific]

I hate them too. Time just crawls. And sometimes they face a mirror... um, no thanks. Plus, you get off them and then before you get even halfway through stretching, the aggressive AC cools off your muscles. Hate gyms so very much.

[melograna]

And then there are the layout issues, like when gyms put machines men tend to use (like arm weights) opposite ones women typically use (like the thigh machine), so they can ogle the girls. Yet the women I know don't go for that sort of grunty ogling, and don't like being on display like that, and I've got no idea who does.