sweaty ketchup
This morning felt like I had been hit by a truck. I dragged my exhausted butt to the gym anyhow. Did fine with weights (bis & tris), but every move on the elliptical today was like moving two concrete pillars, and my head was all wishy washy. Got through it, but dragged a lot. Plan on doing Jillian during lunch, hopefully that goes well.
So while on the elliptical this guy gets on the one right next to me despite all of the other ellipticals being free (one of my pet peeves, because I take it as a challenge…and today was not my day to give a beat down). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…in the gym the same rules apply as in a public restroom, proper etiquette is to leave at least one open stall/piece of equipment between people unless it isn’t possible or you are with that person (although never appropriate in the restroom, leave a stall people, I know you can hear everything and all, but at least give the illusion). Let it be known if you get on the elliptical next to me you better be ready to up your resistance and go hard, I like a challenge. But I digress…
So this guy is always in the gym at the same time as us. M and I call him the “tool” because…well… he’s a tool. The man wears those tank tops that are really loose and leave little to the imagination with shorts that in no way he found in the men’s section of a store…at best the boy’s department because they are WAAAAAY too short, think Richard Simmons minus the crazy colors and straight thinning hair. You’d think that would be all I could say about someone being a tool, but this guy takes it to a whole new level with the ridiculous faces he makes while working out…seriously…he should not be allowed in public. So anyhow tool guy gets on the elliptical next to me acting like his ridiculous self, and I notice he smells…like sweat and ketchup…I look down and I still have 20 minutes left. Hating to be uneven, I had to relent and keep my head slightly turned to the right to get fresh air. With 6 minutes left in my cardio workout I smell something terrible worse than the sweatiness…he farted…seriously if you’re going to wreak and fart…could you not do that next to me?! I got to hand it to him for that last 6 minutes I was able to pick up my pace because I thought I’d escape the smell…forgot I was on a stationary machine…so yeah, no escaping that.
The gym is full of characters. I wonder if people make fun of me when they go home…nah, they just think I’m a bad ass…ha!
I may have to write something after “Steroid Sunday” as we lovingly call it…because as you may suspect all the steroid guys come in and workout then. Steroid Sunday has its own cast of characters whom I will not insult but one…diaper guy…yes a guy came into the gym wearing nothing but tennis shoes and a diaper…you know like a cloth one with the rubber pants over. What is more ridiculous than that? He was dead serious! Flexing in the mirrors and working out hard…maybe he needed the diaper because he lifts so much he’s had accidents in the past…I don’t know, but I kept looking around for cameras because it reminded me of something out of Jackass or some prank show.
I drank some Green Tea to help wake me up this morning…I like to trick myself, because its decaf, but it still helps a little. Hate using something to wake me up.