I took a week off from the gym for Christmas, then another for a business trip. As one of the very few women who work out at my gym, my absence didn’t go unnoticed. Andre (or whatever his name is), came up to me 2 minutes after I walked in the door the first day after my return, wished me a Happy New Year and asked me where I was. I told him, and he did a very enthusiastic “Put’er there!” while extending his hand in the air. Uhm. I don’t know this guy well at all. As a matter of fact, the most we’ve said to each other before this was “Hi” and “Working hard?”. I think a high-five is an act that is better done after both parties have gotten drunk together at least once and can appreciate each other’s sense of humour. Who does high-fives?