Ranty McRantypants
I would like to begin this post by sending much love to all my fabulous friends who have decided this is the year they want to get in shape and be certain to say that I mean absolutely no disrespect and I love you all.
That being said:
I love the Y. The Y is my happy place. I hate this time of year. I can't find a parking spot. People put weights back in random places instead of the clearly marked spaces they are supposed to go. I wanted to go do stretching and ab work after my run and weight lifting, but there were people on all the mats. I was going to snag a mat from the hallway and do it there, but all the mats were gone. I think it's great people want to get in shape, but this time of year the Y is so stupidly crowded and busy it's hard for it to be my happy place.
That is all.
That being said:
I love the Y. The Y is my happy place. I hate this time of year. I can't find a parking spot. People put weights back in random places instead of the clearly marked spaces they are supposed to go. I wanted to go do stretching and ab work after my run and weight lifting, but there were people on all the mats. I was going to snag a mat from the hallway and do it there, but all the mats were gone. I think it's great people want to get in shape, but this time of year the Y is so stupidly crowded and busy it's hard for it to be my happy place.
That is all.