Work Out

Monk took me to his gym this morning. I'm living out of a suitcase, but he managed to find gym clothes that actually fit me. I did 11 minutes on a treadmill and 2,500 meters on a rowing machine. He came by to join me, critique my rowing form, and tell me how to stretch afterwards.

As Clubber Lang said in Rocky III, "I pidict pain." Right now I feel fine, but when I wake up from my nap I'm going to be in agony.

Monk then took me to Fry's Electronics, a store I never want to leave. I picked up a laser level and a laser tape measure, thank you very much Mark Z. Danielewski.

Puzzlehunt starts tomorrow. I'm excited and looking forward to the distraction.