Fuck Yeah, Park Slope Armory!

I AM SO EXCITED I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF.

South Slopers sometimes get the shaft.  We’re told we live in Windsor Terrace (this may or may not be true).  We have no express train (yes, I will mention this in every post I make, go cry about it).  We have to explain on a daily basis that Terrace Bagels beats the bloody pulp out of Bagel Hole (go cry about this, too). We’re sort of like that obnoxious kid you have to love just because it’s related to you.

But this morning, our buddies at Brokelyn posted that the Armory on 15th and Eighth is now a state-of-the-art, 9th-street-in-your-face Y!  That’s right, 9th–STREET-IN-YOUR-FACE.  This is stupid awesome.

My “whine whine whine it’s too cold to run in the park” excuse is officially busted, and now you’re all going to have to live up to your New Year’s Resolutions.  THERE’S AN INDOOR TRACK, PEOPLE.  Dirt cheap charter membership opens up tomorrow, and then actual facility on January 30.

The most important part: when deep fried cupcakes actually decide to exist (CupcakeGate 2010 for those of you who live under a rock), you won’t have to be super fat.  Except for that part when you convince yourself that since you’re going to the gym, you get to eat two.  And then that part where you never get to the gym. 

Details, details.