I walk the Family Track at the YMCA while Drake attends his Parkour class. I can't sit on metal bleachers for an hour anymore; age has forced me to stop that silly activity. So, I walk. I watch Drake some as he attempts shoulder rolls and bear crawls. I listen to music or podcasts. Mostly, my mind wanders. Here is today's list of musings.
How many of these kids running past me can I trip and get away with it?
It's not a race, lady with her speed walking on. We're just going in circles, and I happen to be in the slow lane. Pass me, damn it!
Why is Drake shaking his butt at me?
If I'm not wearing a Fitbit, does this exercise count?
When a songwriter gives his/her song a title that has nothing to do with the lyrics is it to be artistic or pretentious?
Yes, lady, I can type and walk simultaneously. Pass, please.
Why are there plugs so close to the ceiling along the walking track? What kind of actitivtes do they do here to warrant that many power sources no one can reach?
Drake is totally cheating on the exercises! Dude!
It's June?!?
Fucking pass me already!
It's only 7:20?!?
When did all the parents become hipsters?
