Foolishly chose to try one of the bikes pre-setup routines. The innocent sounding "Fat Burning hills." What could possibly go wrong there. Apparently I am not made to bike on hills. Stuck it out for 20 minutes with an average HR of 145. I was a bit of a sweaty mess after that. Sexy huh?

So on the train this morning there was much fun. A woman got on at West Dublin who looked as though she had run the last mile of the way to the train. I initially cheered the effort. However shortly afterward it was clear that she was not winded from a run to the train. It looked more like she was on the verge of a full on panic attack. She started rocking, breathing heavy, and almost crying. She never really lost it though, which is nice. Also I was suprised, usually the person having the panic attack would chose the seat next to me. So, bonus i guess.

The next excitement was a woman who passed out going under the bay. Not sure what it was, it was at the other end of the car. They had paramedics waiting to help at embarcadero. She walked off by herself for them to check out. I think that's enough doings for one day.