Thoughts I've thunk while sippin' at a cup of tea and reading something provoking, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.
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The other day I was working out on a machine at the gym I go to, and this woman gets on the machine next to me. I know I’m just working out for myself and I’d like to think that I was above petty competition, but I can glance out of the corner of my eye to compare the red readout on her machine with the one in front of me.
I just can’t help myself, and I had to pick up the pace to make sure that the RPMs listed on my machine were higher than the RPMs on her machine, etc. It is usually a struggle to make sure that I don’t get shown up by these perky 20 year olds, but this time, I was doing pretty good. When my 1/2 hour was up, I got off and for the first time, got to notice the woman. She was 6 months pregnant. Great, I am so glad to really know my level.
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