a very little socializing; a gym post

I often change trains on my way to work on cold (or seriously rainy) mornings, and I did so today. Got on the B, sat down. A stop or two later, slid sideways into a slightly more comfortable seat, and heard a voice say "Vicki?!" It was porcinea. So we said our hellos, and talked for two or three stops (not time to say much, but we agreed that it would be good to get together for dim sum again soon) before I got off at Herald Square to go to work.

After work, I debated the pros and cons of going to the gym almost until I went through the turnstile, and then did it; there are always arguments against, and I figured that checking in at the gym doesn't oblige me to any specific activities or amount of time. In the end, it was a good workout, with more cardio than I've been doing in the last while.

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