At least I got there

Much of the time, comparisons are odious. But sometimes they're a comfort: not between this workout and the one I'd like to have done, but between working out and not doing so.

To spare my knees, I went to the gym branch near my office: they don't have all the gear I'd normally want to use, but (a) they have an elevator between the two main floors, so I only had to go down four steps at the entrance, and back up four to go back to the street at the end, and (b) it's near my office, so no need to deal with subway stations and their steps. (I commute via accessible stations, but that's very unusual, and neither of the stations on my usual N/R to gym trip is accessible.)

So, I went, did a few things, and got a replacement membership card, to replace the one I'd carried on my key ring long enough that it broke. (It's just a bit of plastic with a bar code; that brings up my name and photo.)

( exercise numbers cut as usual )