DAY TEN

I recently bought a membership at the YWCA. I absolutely love it. It is such a different place from the university gym that I was apart of for three consecutive years. The people that work out at the Y are somehow more diverse, more real looking than university students. The men and women are old, young, fat, thin, pale, dark, beautiful and grotesque. And the people in the weight room don't make some big grunty show like they're birthing dumbbells sideways. Oh how I loathe the grunting.

So yeah, I'm going to go swim some laps now.