New Year's Resolutioners- The Bane of my Existence..

So today is supposedly the most depressing day of the year.

Among the multitude of factors that make it depressing, one of the reasons is by now many people have already faltered on their 'resolutions.' Resolutions are a joke. I find myself tripping over all these new faces in the gym. They sit on the bench that I want to use, jabbering on and on about work or sports or their kids or how much they're trying to 'get back into it.' I think the only thing they've truly worked out by the time they leave is their jabber jaws.

If they were serious about achieving any of their goals, they wouldn't look at January 1st as a time to fail again. Every day is New Years day. Wake up people!

I digress--

This morning CMC and I go to do cardio in the scant condo 'gym' and it is packed with what appears to be resolutioners; therefore I am forced to jump on the old stationary bike bike. I hate the bike because on a treadmill I can keep the pace constant (if you dont, you fall off the bitch,) and I always feel like i'm going too fast, or going too slow.

But now I have a NEW reason to hate it- while riding about 10 minutes in, I go to shift myself (for the sake of comfort, all guys do it) and I am terrified to find that my 'male parts' have gone numb-- literally numb. This is problematic for many reasons.

But I keep on because winners do what losers refuse to do- and I pedal while standing up, and alternate between left and right butt cheeks on the seat (practically side saddling!)