Finally! I’ve swapped my energy drink-addiction for a coffee addiction. Good or bad? Well. If I drink one or two cups of coffee a day instead of one Red Bull, I’ll be able to pay for my gym membership with the money I save. I kid you not. One Red Bull a day totals 36 euro a month, and I’m paying 38 euro for the gym. Incredible.
Yes. I joined the gym. Don’t know what to tell you about it since I’ve gone only once. Today. A guy in a green t-shirt named Quique showed me around and got a bit touchy-feely. Mind you, I’m an icy woman from the Cold, Cold North so I prefer to maintain a certain degree of personal space (i.e. anyone who invades that space is automatically touchy-feely): I don’t think he touched me any more than he would touch any other unknown person, but I found the situation rather odd.
Anyhow, we did legs. And we ran: well, I ran and he watched. And on telly they had an interesting discussion in Valencian about breast feeding, so I got to watch a lot of naked boobs while trying not to fall off the machine. How tremendously exciting. And tonight I’m going for a run (hopefully without anyone watching), so tomorrow my legs will probably be completely dead. If you’re in Valencia and see someone walking like a limping duck, you can come and shout hi!