When the old man training barefoot asked: "How's it going? Is it the knee?" I wanted to point out sarcastically that yes, moron, it's the knee 'cause that's where the plasters are! but not even my extremely short temper for the day could avoid yielding to the niceness of his question. We had a moment of mutual weary complaining before we went our separate ways again.
Gotta love the gym.
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