What the Hell's a "Gym?"

You lose a cool point if you didn't pronounce it like rhymes with dime in the title of this point.

Stef and I hit the gym this afternoon, after way too much time away for me. I pushed myself to do 45 minutes on the elliptical, which is something I haven't done yet this year. I have the inkling that if I do an hour twice a week, I'd still have a huge exercise deficit on my balance come December.

Anyway, now I feel tired, loose, and — amazingly — good. The lactic acid hasn't started churning yet. I desperately want to start working out more than I have so far this year. I found it much easier last year when I was an hourly employee, knocked off work before 6 PM every day, and worked thirty minutes closer to my club.