You can find 'em both at my health club.Today, as I was entering the locker room area, a delightful 30-something -- looking all casual and David Cookesque (is that a word, Lisa?) with his scruffy near-beard and disheveled hair and all-white shorts/t-shirt/earbuds ensemble -- held the door for me and I fell in, if not love, then Mary Kay LeTorneau lust. Then there was the very handsome shiny/sweaty man whose dreadlocks bounced merrily as he ran his laps around the track. Sigh.
But in the women's locker room, there are women who feel that it's more important for their water bottles, iPods and hairbrushes to sit on the bench than my ass. That really makes me nuts. Or the woman today who, rather than asking me to move my gym bag, leapt over it and scared the crap out of me. I mean, I'm untying my shoes and a gazelle passes before me! Worst of all is the skinny old woman who straddles the bench and eats hardboiled eggs -- right there where, if I'm lucky, my ass has been.
Do you think that, if I ask really nice, they'll let me dress with the boys?
Ha! Hard-boiled eggs in the locker room? Really? YUK.
ReplyDeleteBut the door-holding guy sounded awesome. Follow him!
Mimi took the words right out of my mouth. Double yuck!
ReplyDeleteI have duly completed the Interview Meme. I thank you. Great questions!
ReplyDeleteForgot the link:
ReplyDeleteThe Interview ~ He Looked So Tall On My Wall
I'd get dressed BEFORE getting there.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Sounds like your gym is just as entertaining as ours - come check out our recent Gym Rats post.
ReplyDeleteI am catching up on my blog reading and I love how you have so much to write about.
ReplyDeleteYou have had an interesting week/month in your state...an impeachment, a president and then there's the weather.
Ah gyms, love how they are all different yet all the same. Can I just say that I saw more naked women flaunting their bodies when I belonged to the pool at Dartmouth College when I was doing my lab internship in the 80's? I will take that over the moldy gym that I belonged to in the nineties...
Maybe a gazelle is something that you can aspire to.
I grant my permission for you to dress with the boys ;-)
ReplyDeleteLOL I believe the term is "Cookified" LOL and gosh, how I wish I had seen that sight!
ReplyDeleteTell me the older lady eating the eggs was not doing a NEKID straddle! Blech!
I agree with Jenny - I love reading little snippets of ypur life. I'm glad you write so often.