(Un)Viva la resolution!

One of the terrible things about winter is the blast of moist, stanky air that hits me when I enter the gym, coming in from the cold. The miasma is strong enough to stop a person in her tracks and almost powerful enough to make me turn about-face and flee. It wasn’t quite so bad before, when the outside air was somewhat warm and humid. It won’t be so bad later on in the year, when the sheer press of desperate, sweating, deodorant-challenged resolutioners slowly drops off. But right now? January at the gym stinks!!!!