The Y

Work and then gym. It was a terribly cold and windy bike ride to the Y, with sporadic and aggressive bouts of rain.

An older lady was practicing yoga beside me, as I worked through my circuits. We ended up in the change room at the same time, and she complimented me profusely on my fitness and said she hoped I would keep it up for the rest of my life. It was very flattering! Although I never know what the appropriate response to such comments is.