One Down, Eleven to Go

February's in the books, and March should be even easier considering that I no longer have a beard and as a result am lighter and more aerodynamic. One thing I've learned over the last month is that it's better to go to the gym after 8pm. Before that time, the locker room is crowded three deep, all the elliptical machines with functioning TVs are taken and the hot tub is overrun with sad-looking middle-aged guys. As someone who is quickly becoming a sad-looking middle-aged guy, I find this especially depressing. For some reason, at 8pm, all this seems to magically change. The lockers clear out, the ellipticals and weights are deserted, and all the dumpy middle-aged guys flee the hot tub, presumably in order to get home in time to watch CSI.