My New Definition of Patience...

...involves discovering a medium-sized cockroach had infiltrated my shoe while lifting 800 pounds on the leg press. My natural reaction, having a phobia about such bugs would've been to immediately start dancing around screaming. My brain, however, told me it would be much more useful to my continued existence to slowly lower said weight, put the locks back in place, and then limp over to the bathroom--there to conduct said dancing and screaming in the privacy of my own locked stall. I don't know how the roach got there, except we have had a lot of rain of late...