Oof, it was HUMID in the gym today. Thank you, almost-Hurricane Hector? Regardless, I was a sweaty mess and am suddenly so thankful for the icebox that is my office.
I love seeing women lift at the gym, seeing them get up on the platforms and do their thing even if “their thing” isn’t crazy heavy or intense. The free weight sections of the gym can be so male-dominated. Nothing wrong with that, other than the fact that it tends to discourage women from trying out what that part of the gym has to offer. Go get ’em, ladies.
I shouldn’t care about this because of all things about lifting it’s one of the least consequential considerations, but I hate my callouses. *Insert crying emoji* I think it’s my piano background — I want beautiful, elegant hands, and these callouses are a little too rough-and-tumble for “Jana hands.” It’s a silly vanity thing, and I’m certainly not going to stop lifting heavy because of it, but there it is.
There are a lot of chickens on campus. I find this to be endlessly hilarious. #hawaii
I have a $.25 fine at the Hawaii public library and have had this fine for over a year now. I am so ashamed. Also, it means I can’t check out any library books. BOO. There is a very easy and straight-forward solution, and yet…. the fine remains.
How many apple bananas is too many apple bananas to eat in one sitting? Asking for a friend.