It hurts. It still hurts. It didn't help that I overused my thumb yesterday. So. I got a cortisone injection and if it doesn't clear up in a couple more weeks, I'll get imaged. Currently, I'm trying to use the spacebar with my left thumb.
I hate this. I picked up a book on knitting essays and tried to read it and it hurt. First, just the thought hurts, but also - I *miss* it. And the writer? Has terrible taste in yarn. That hurt, too. :)
Finally got out the door on a Thursday morning. And - finally got jonbaker to go with me. This is sort of odd given that our gyms are across a fairly busy street from each other, but so it was. And we were unbearably cute - we deliberately kept pace with each other after he crossed Coney Island Ave, smiling and waving at each other as we did. I did the bike, of course. I can't seem to manage either the elliptical or the treadmill, but I'm okay on the reclining bike. I'm not doing weights until the hand thing clears up, so I went home.
I'm going to be amazed forever. Sheitel heads in the locker. Young women wearing shorts and tanktops and scarves, older women in skirts and hats. A young girl, chatting with a friend riding a bike after her own workout, puts on a skirt and jacket and teichel, and there's a modest married woman (desite rules and signs to the contrary, a lot of women don't bother with the locker room. They just take off their outerwear in the gym and stash it on one of the window sills, keeping their purses with them. I follow rules, thank you. My outerwear - which was, in fact, the pink hoodie as well as a skirt - was in the locker with the cute new bag.)