MAS o Menos

Moving to Queen Anne hasn’t been good for my fitness goals. My gym is back in Bellevue and I’ve only been once since the move. Driving back and forth across the bridge is not a good plan. My building has a little mini gym where the dumb-bells max out at 30 pounds. If other apartments are like this then it explains why the men in Seattle are so scrawny.

The gym does have this machine, which seems like it should be on exhibit at a torture museum. There are so many gears and levers, one needs to be a mechanical engineer to operate it.

On the plus side I am doing quite a bit of urban hiking. Maybe I should get a heavy ruck sack and move through the streets like an Army Ranger?

The sad reality I’m faced with is that I most likely will have to rejoin a glitter gym.

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