One of my favorite things about morning walks with Kacey (besides getting to spend time with one of my besties and the shorthand we have when bitching about our shared workplace) is seeing the Russian men working out in Plummer Park. And in the summer time, they do it
shirtless. Before you get too excited, I’m talking about men in their late 70’s, the size and shape of furry silver fire hydrants. Their age and dedication and stoicism have convinced me they’re all ex-KGB agents. The exercises involve long rubber bands and quick, tight repetitions with little conversation or smiling. I adore them.
Today was a little different.
Among the sea of white chest and back hair stood a woman in a lime-green pantsuit. She wore weightlifting gloves and big white-framed sunglasses. Her frosted blond hair pulled back in a perfect French twist. Agent Grotsky had his wife/goomah doing standing pull-ups on the monkey bars, and for the first time I saw him smile. I’m looking forward to all the “boys” bringing their partners for the daily workouts, and I hope they all dress like my new friend.
и повторение,
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