Tales From The Treadmill (Day 8)

The official weigh in (I'm weighing weekly) registers a 3 pound loss for the week.

It's not Biggest Loser, but I'll take it.

So, of course, I'm on the treadmill, still.  Well, I do take a break - go home, visit the family and all.

But, before we go into the gym, can we just talk about the parking lot?

Now, I gotta admit that there are two behaviors that drive me batty.  And not a little, but a LOT.

Why on earth do people prowl through the parking lot trying to get the closest spot imaginable.  Okay, I get it if we're at the mall and it's insane there, but we're talking the gym.  You're going in the GYM - you're going to work out!  I'm the opposite, I park the farthest away.  Get in a few extra steps.  But, those parking spot stalkers just boggle my mind.

Second you have the smokers.  They make me nuts.  You're standing outside a gym, having a cigarette.  It kills me.  You could pretend, hide it, at least breathe  fresh air for an hour after your workout.  I am an ex-smoker (I know, all you smokers are screaming right now, cuz I'm the worst) but come on people.  I don't go to some plain old gym.  I go to a place that wants to create a healthy lifestyle.  They have a cafe, a salon/spa, classes of every kind, it's like a little healthy living club med.  

Day 8 was like a reunion.

It didn't start out so good.  Naked blow dryer girl was there.  Oh was she there!  I almost screamed.  I turned the corner and had dropped my key so I bent down to pick it up and obviously wasn't paying any attention ( a mistake I will never make again) and as I got up, naked girl's boob was in my face.  OMG it was horrid.  But, to make it worse, apparently she not only blow dries naked, she puts on her make-up naked.  Okay, this girl needs to get some freaking clothes.  It's troubling.

But upstairs, in the gym, everyone was there.  Biff - the country club dude.  Here's a shock (not) he went on the rowing machine.  Just cracked me up.  And he was wearing the exact same sweater vest as last week.

Gang banger chick was there and she is tough.  I was kinda afraid to look her in the eye for fear she'd wanna fight.  (just kidding)

Keeping it Real guy was there, but apparently he was wearing much better underwear since he refrained from picking his underwear out of his buttocks this time.

But today, she came in.  Oh and she is one styling lady.  Her face was worn - seriously.  But her blonde hair was all curled quite fancy and she was wearing large hoop earrings and plenty of make-up.  But her attire was special.  She was wearing a black velour sweatsuit and latex gloves.  Nope, I'm not kidding.  It was freaking me out a bit.

I am quite certain I was the comedic entertainment today because for whatever reason every two seconds either one bra strap or the other was falling down.  It was insanity for me.

Since I screwed up my schedule and double booked myself this week (I'm having a lot of brain farts lately) my weight training lesson with the personal trainer has been moved AGAIN.  So, we're meeting next week now.

I'm going to apologize in advance for my lack of attention to everyone's blogs during this upcoming week - between cheer and work I may just lose my mind this week.  (Just kidding, I lost it years ago)