Monday, August 20, 2012

Of all the gyms in all the world...

...apparently my CFO goes to mine. I was leaving the gym this morning, in a sweaty daze, and some guy opened the door for me.  I heard a "Morning, Sarah" in his British accent and sheepishly grinned as I bolted for the car. At least I had mascara on. Although maybe it would have been  better if I didn't - he probably wouldn't have recognized me. (It's THAT drastic of a difference, trust me.)

Actually, another bigwig at my company goes to my gym as well. Which is weird, considering it's the YMCA. I would think these dudes would be all about Equinox or something equally fancy. But no. Sigh.

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