At the gym yesterday, I noticed that the woman in front of me on the “imaginary bicycle” — as Poppy calls it — was playing some kind of dragon-slaying game. On the bike’s fancy-pantsy screen.
Now, I am not normally a fan of the imaginary bicycle. It hurts my knees, and also I am lazy. But dragon slaying? At the gym? Please know that I was all over that. At least, I said to myself, “If I come back tomorrow, and if that machine is available, I will definitely think about trying it.”
And I did, and it was. So I tried it.
I only “played” for 10 minutes, but it was a fun, fast 10 minutes. And I am so sore right now. There will be dragon slaying in my future.
Say, you know what’s not cool about your computer dying? Aside from the fact that your computer’s dead, I mean. I don’t remember any of my passwords, and now I’m having to reset everything. And then I forget them again by the time I go to log into something again (hello, Facebook), so I have to reset my password everytime I want to log in.
Maybe I should write them down somewhere. But that would require standing up. And my legs hurt. Because of the dragon slaying.
(See, there was a connection! Sort of.)
Good for you for going to the gym two days in a row. I went to “gentle” yoga on Tuesday and we had a sub–who apparently didn’t know it was gentle yoga. I am still so sore!! I really need to get into shape.
O mighty Dragon-Slayer, slayer of red dragons, meatloafs, and password-memory.