Yesterday in the gym locker room I eavesdropped on a woman talking to her workout buddy. She said that she’d done her cardio on the standing bicycle instead of on the treadmill because she was nearing the end of a great novel and she couldn’t read comfortably while walking or running. So to all the critics who rue “the death of the book,” suck on that. I don’t know what you’re reading or not reading, but fit naked ladies in locker rooms still care about great literature.
And now I will be kicked out of my gym for blogging about private locker room moments.
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You go to the gym?!
I thought it was obvious. Maybe you haven’t seen my quabs lately.