I went to the PAC for the very first time last night because it has become too cold and slippery to continue running outside. The good thing about the PAC is that it's free, the bad thing is that it smells, can be busy, the equipments old and everyone else there is in better shape I am.

I settled myself into a nice quiet rowing machine, one without a mirror to spare myself from having to watch myself. It wasn't hard to get in the zone but then someone else started to use the machine beside me. Immediately my competitiveness set in. Out of the corner of my eye I gaged his speed and strength and had to go faster and harder than him. I must have intimidated him because after 5 minutes he gave up and left. I can't blame him, I'm tough competition.

Side note: I am going to post this lame story anyway, but I wanted to let the reader know that when I had the idea for this story I thought it was going to be much funnier and less lame.