Dr. Strangebutt or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Weird

November Project is a bit more eccentric than your typical workout. But you already knew that.

Edmonton Notes

T-shirts will be here soon!
We will be adding some spice to PR Day. Not the workout itself, but it will be a continuation of what Jackie came up with last week.
It’s that time of year! Buffs will be here soon. We’ll drop an order form in the Cactus Lounge. They’ll be $5 apiece. You have until Halloween to get your order in.
Craft Classic is October 16. Be on the lookout for cheering station details. Contact Meaghen Sharik if you want to volunteer. Or use code NPPHX and join team NP_PHX if you want to run (do it!)

At Big Box Gym, you put in your ear buds and try not to speak with anyone, especially the dude who grunts at an EXCESSIVE volume despite the treadmill being on speed 4.5. You wipe others’ sweat off the bench, walk around looking for the other 30 lb dumbbell, and wait to finish your exercise when the guy in the cutoff shirt slides in between sets. This makes your workout to run long, causing you to miss dinner with friends. You go home and eat a bowl of cereal, alone.

You hips-in hug strangers at November Project, and learn that they live a couple miles from you. You decide to meet up for a Saturday morning workout.

At Frosted Tips and Triceps Dips Personal Training Studio, you suffer through an endless supply of brogasms and way-too-self-involved trainers. You try not to laugh at the guy checking in the mirror to make sure his spray tan or Reeboks aren’t scuffed, which causes you to drop the barbell on your chest, knocking you unconscious. You wake up in the hospital, with your only company being a (admittedly pretty cool) branded drink bottle.

You high-5 and hand-hug strangers at November Project, learn that they grew up one city over from you and that you knew some of the same people. You go to their housewarming party and baby shower.

At We Run This City run club, the usuals give you the cold shoulder before taking off at a 6:20 pace for their 19-miler. You end up doing 7 by yourself instead, grab some brunch, and waste your day napping on the couch because you could’ve slept in and run your neighborhood instead.

You rub butts with strangers at November Project. You didn’t even bat an eye when I explained it today. And you know that you REALLY got to know someone this morning. Now find them on Facebook and invite them for drinks.