It's funny how fragments of my expensive classical education come in handy. Like at the Kennett Y on Thursday, when our instructor brought along a new "toy" -- a resistance band in two tensions, readily stretchable and barely stretchable. I chose the tough one, of course, and urged the woman who came in after me to do the same.
She looked at me skeptically.
"Hubris," she said in a warning tone.
Not quite a word one expects to hear at the gym ... but, as it turned out, quite prescient of her. The blue band was challenging indeed, though hardly on the level of Greek tragedy.
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