There are some very good things to be said about first the weight room and second the new management here. The weight room, like the pool, theoretically has open/closed hours. In practice, however, it doesn't tend to actually be closed unless there's something going on like the serious dechlorination that had to happen after old management left. (The former assistant manager sabotaged a number of things around the property as he was leaving; superchlorinating the pool was only one of the lovely presents he left behind. I'm lucky I've got lungs left; Figment and I soaked in the hot tub before they discovered the problem.) The new management has been fixing the things that have been broken since forever -- all the weight machine stations have pins now, and the crappy old seat on the exercise bike that was hurting my bottom so badly last week has been replaced! Hooray!
I spent a half-hour (according to the timer on my cellphone) doing various things in there. There's a new treadmill-type machine, something that seems cross between a stairstepper and a skiing machine. I tried that out, and while the angle's off for comfortable use for me (it makes me bend over, and I don't like that when I'm trying to watch my posture) it is good for keeping me in practice on walking places that are not flat. I think I'll start off with that one next time, so as to help me get more muscle back in my butt.
My lungs aren't liking me much right now, even though I have decent endurance for just plain walking, and I wasn't doing anything too strenuous. I'm still mad at both myself and my freshman or sophomore year gym teacher for those goddamn wind sprints, the one where he got mad at the class and made us run sprints for punishment, and I was too stubborn and kept on running even when my lungs were telling me that I needed to sit the fuck down right then. I should have known better, but I didn't, and I paid the price for it by not being able to breathe for the next month or so. If I hadn't done that then, would I be in better health now?