The Cripple of Wenxing Street makes a rare gym appearance
That's right, yesterday I tried going to the gym for the first time since being injured. I rode a shipmate's bike because mine is currently unusable until I figure out how to remove my lock (the key has gone inexplicably missing). I can walk short distances as long as I don't put any weight on my heal. I'm sure I turned heads as I biked down the street - I could just feel people staring and thinking, didn't I just stare at him on his crutches this morning?
When Chinese people aren't staring at me, they're asking how my leg is doing. Instead of reminding them that it's my heal, I usually just say something quick to appease them and get on with my life. In America, strangers mind their own business with stuff like this. Not here - inquiring minds want to know! Well, they can want all they want, but it won't make me stop wishing they'd stop asking. It'll be better when it's better, geez!
Tomorrow, after our big midterm, is the start of our week-long fall break. I'm going with a few other mids and other students in the program to Qingdao, or Tsingtao, for beer-lovers who would perhaps recognize that name. It's not too far from Beijing, and I'm not sure what's there besides a brewery and I guess some beaches (cool, it's not chilly or anything), but that's where some people were going, and it was cheap, so I said why not. The original plan was to go to Xinjiang, which is China's northwestern-most province, and ride camels and other neat stuff, but I guess that was too expensive. Oh, well. I'll post afterwards about the trip as well as other things I do over the rest of the break and a few other heavier things I've been wanting to write about. Gotta go give the gym another shot! 再见！