Today Team Walk-O-Rama received its first official complaint to date, or at least the first that I can recall, which means nothing as my brain does not keep a file on record for such frivolous input. Oddly enough, it was from one of our own members, who pointed out that we only walk in one general direction, which incidentally happens to be that in which the food is found. Her message will be addressed whenever we choose who will be in charge of handling complaints.
As an attempt to break this predictable walking pattern, we decided to try out somewhere new this week, the brand spankin’ new Campus Recreation Center. Though they were initially against allowing us to enter their pristine new facility, we laid on our cunning charm and weaseled our way into the hearts of the generous staff and gained access with our very own guided tour. We all felt a little lazier as we walked through the various rooms filled with sparkling right-out-of-the-factory aerobic equipment, with dedicated workout buffs huffing and puffing away in the name of fitness. We walked half of the quarter mile track and were winded, and so we decided to go explore more laid back sections of the building. Luckily there was an elevator to take us to these places.
We realized we were really out of our element when we discovered the vending machine, which had no other options besides water, water, or water. Seriously, no soda or booze was to be had from either machine. This discovery further cemented the fact that only hard core health nuts need enter this building – which we aspire to be someday…just not today.
Having worked up an appetite by watching so many people burning off calories, and also walking half a lap, we stepped out the door to the convenient parking place of our beloved Flo’s Food Truck, who now serves combo meals. Service was speedy, except for the orders of Kristen and Raquel, probably because they looked hungriest. Diane was upset that they did not have the ingredients for her symbolic Hurricane Wrap. Ken offered to share his waffle fries, which was a huge mistake since the group scrambled to eat them like a colony of ants on a cookie crumb at a picnic. I cannot say with certainty whether or not Ken was left any waffle fries of his own to eat.
We hope you will brave the elements next week as we walk again, possibly during a hurricane/snow storm, which I have heard referred to as a snowcone. Mmmm…snowcone. I’m not sure why, but some members showed a particular interest in returning to the gym on Monday, despite the prediction that that should be the worst day, weather-wise.