K-too had her car robbed last week in the parking lot of the gym. We are all very angry. It happened before 8:00 a.m. which means some creep was sitting in the parking lot watching people to see if they locked up before they went inside. I wonder that they have no fear of us totally fit Gym Junkie heroes all of whom would just love the chance to beat the crap out of them.
Gawd I need a break. So I took today off, decided to let the peasants run the economy for a change. It was so nice to sleep in until 6:00 a.m.
The gym is packed at 9:00 a.m. Don't these people have jobs??? But I had a good swim - back up to 2 miles since a shoulder injury in January - and no jerks to contend with. The sun is out, the tulips are blooming and I'm getting ready for a vacation. So why am I so stressed? Trying to do too much, as usual, I suppose, but everyone seems to be overextended and it's like there's never a time to just fag out and do nothing. Like I would know how.
Cursed little Blackberry............
Poobah says to me "Be Happy". Well, we all try. And we've got The Cheater to keep things fun, even during the most brutal part of spin class. I hope she's around to catch the robbers. First I'm sure she'd beat the piss out of them, then make us giggle so bad about it we'd about piss ourselves laughing.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
I've been heard!
Sound carries, especially across a locker room full of gossip mongers. Of course I was listening when the big black lady told Cookie she'd lost her goggles but that they weren't in the Lost 'n Found. So I just said I was eavesdropping when I suggested she check the pool office for them. Might as well be honest.
When I swim I wear ear plugs, sticky white things that keep the water out and also any kind of conversation that's not at an elevated pitch. Half the time I don't hear what people are saying - I nod alot and smile, but most can't hear me either, since they are also wearing ear plugs. When Evil Lifeguard tries to bump me from a lane THEN I REALLY make like I can't hear her. Kind of fun and totally obnoxious at the same time.
Upstairs in the Fitness Center (they tried a couple of years ago to rename it the "Wellness Center" but I think they gave up - sounds like Rehab if you ask me, which, in some ways, it truly is) I wear my shuffle, the volume way up. This is partly to give me ooomph, and partly to block out conversation. It's just that most often I don't care for the chit chat and there are Talkers that don't know how to shut up.
Conversations start out as "WHAT? Sorry - the volume is really loud". SteveArino was trying to say something a few months back and I shouted back at him "Two-hundred dollars?" He went beet red. Maybe you remember the joke about the guy in the bar that tried to talk to the pretty lady a few seats over that dissed him, and on leaving thought to apologize, she gets so tired of being hit on, and "$200" was his response. We're still buds but the embarrassment factor didn't exactly win me any brownie points.
They bought new mats for outside the door to the Fitness Center about a month ago and they were really squishy - no support - they sucked. Why couldn't they replace at least one of the two mats with one that wasn't so squishy, I asked? We complained, of course, among ourselves, and I was told that whoever is in charge said they couldn't do this because "they wouldn't match". So I went to fill out a Suggestion Box form last week, recounting this conversation, saying Isn't That Stupid only to find out that one of the ladies behind the desk was responsible. No brownie points there again, I assure you.
Today I discovered they had switched out one of the mats. I know change is good but choice it better. I've been heard! Jeez Marie this has to be a first.
Listening in on other people's conversations is often amusing, sometimes really irrating (especially if they are really loud), and though the "what factor" of earplugs or a shuffle can be a Godsend, there are those times when we talk and we laugh and we really love and listen closely to the events and the issues that we share. Thanks for listening to me when I need you. I hope that I'm not always so wrapped up inside my own stupid head that I listen and tell you, too, that I care.
When I swim I wear ear plugs, sticky white things that keep the water out and also any kind of conversation that's not at an elevated pitch. Half the time I don't hear what people are saying - I nod alot and smile, but most can't hear me either, since they are also wearing ear plugs. When Evil Lifeguard tries to bump me from a lane THEN I REALLY make like I can't hear her. Kind of fun and totally obnoxious at the same time.
Upstairs in the Fitness Center (they tried a couple of years ago to rename it the "Wellness Center" but I think they gave up - sounds like Rehab if you ask me, which, in some ways, it truly is) I wear my shuffle, the volume way up. This is partly to give me ooomph, and partly to block out conversation. It's just that most often I don't care for the chit chat and there are Talkers that don't know how to shut up.
Conversations start out as "WHAT? Sorry - the volume is really loud". SteveArino was trying to say something a few months back and I shouted back at him "Two-hundred dollars?" He went beet red. Maybe you remember the joke about the guy in the bar that tried to talk to the pretty lady a few seats over that dissed him, and on leaving thought to apologize, she gets so tired of being hit on, and "$200" was his response. We're still buds but the embarrassment factor didn't exactly win me any brownie points.
They bought new mats for outside the door to the Fitness Center about a month ago and they were really squishy - no support - they sucked. Why couldn't they replace at least one of the two mats with one that wasn't so squishy, I asked? We complained, of course, among ourselves, and I was told that whoever is in charge said they couldn't do this because "they wouldn't match". So I went to fill out a Suggestion Box form last week, recounting this conversation, saying Isn't That Stupid only to find out that one of the ladies behind the desk was responsible. No brownie points there again, I assure you.
Today I discovered they had switched out one of the mats. I know change is good but choice it better. I've been heard! Jeez Marie this has to be a first.
Listening in on other people's conversations is often amusing, sometimes really irrating (especially if they are really loud), and though the "what factor" of earplugs or a shuffle can be a Godsend, there are those times when we talk and we laugh and we really love and listen closely to the events and the issues that we share. Thanks for listening to me when I need you. I hope that I'm not always so wrapped up inside my own stupid head that I listen and tell you, too, that I care.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
In A Fog
I'll eat just about anything and I eat well, but I vowed this year not to spoil my appetite for yummy Greek food by avoiding those before-dinner goodies at my family's Easter gathering. Consequently the wine went right to my head and Monday morning was not pretty. I had a hangover.
I took the morning off and got to the gym late. I don't remember driving there (it's often a surprise, early in the morning, half awake, when I arrive and think "Hey, I'm at the gym! Cool!"). I was in my own world (where at least everyone knows me), in a total fog, and to avoid what promised to be a very dangerous time to get on a treadmill instead I got on the elliptical, which, in case you don't know, has got to be the most boring exercise machine ever. I don't remember the workout: this is a good thing.
There was heavy fog driving in on Wednesday (I think, maybe it was Tuesday?). I was going really fast even though I couldn't see very well, but between knowing the road and Auto Pilot I figured I'd get to my destination just fine. I'm glad the fog inside my head finally lifted in time to see the cop sitting at the side of Western Avenue.
Then I almost walked right into the barriers outside the Women's Locker Room, with signs saying that it was closed for "cleaning". We had to use the Girl's Locker Room instead. The lockers are small, so you have to imagine that my first magic trick of the morning, getting all my shit into a space that is less than 10" x 8" x 60", was quite a feat. Almost didn't need to workout after that.Eventually I went into the steam room. Realizing there were two sweaty fat old guys in there I was again grateful for the fog.
We apologize for being in a fog, and it can be a warning that maybe you need to slow down, maybe have a soda for a change. I'm not giving up my wine (or chocolate; Little Bug - I hope I make you proud), but note to self: Eat More Shrimp. Hangovers suck.
I took the morning off and got to the gym late. I don't remember driving there (it's often a surprise, early in the morning, half awake, when I arrive and think "Hey, I'm at the gym! Cool!"). I was in my own world (where at least everyone knows me), in a total fog, and to avoid what promised to be a very dangerous time to get on a treadmill instead I got on the elliptical, which, in case you don't know, has got to be the most boring exercise machine ever. I don't remember the workout: this is a good thing.
There was heavy fog driving in on Wednesday (I think, maybe it was Tuesday?). I was going really fast even though I couldn't see very well, but between knowing the road and Auto Pilot I figured I'd get to my destination just fine. I'm glad the fog inside my head finally lifted in time to see the cop sitting at the side of Western Avenue.
Then I almost walked right into the barriers outside the Women's Locker Room, with signs saying that it was closed for "cleaning". We had to use the Girl's Locker Room instead. The lockers are small, so you have to imagine that my first magic trick of the morning, getting all my shit into a space that is less than 10" x 8" x 60", was quite a feat. Almost didn't need to workout after that.Eventually I went into the steam room. Realizing there were two sweaty fat old guys in there I was again grateful for the fog.
We apologize for being in a fog, and it can be a warning that maybe you need to slow down, maybe have a soda for a change. I'm not giving up my wine (or chocolate; Little Bug - I hope I make you proud), but note to self: Eat More Shrimp. Hangovers suck.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Choices
Every day we have choices to make, like, do I run the yellow light or slam on my brakes instead? At 5:00 a.m. it's usually "run the yellow". What a rush.
Unless some bitch took my parking spot, or my locker, the next big decision is which swim lane I'm going to get into. Earlier this week Lover Boy and I were getting in the pool at the same time, so being as polite as I know how at that hour of the day I gave him first dibs and asked if he wanted the cute black guy or the skinny white guy. He didn't think it was very funny, but I still do.
Sharin' was smart this morning. She had a choice and got in the lane with Mr. Dumbells. She KNEW that this was a Non-Sharing tactic, because you can't swim circles if one person is water jogging. Very smart. I admire her swim sense.
Also this morning Fat Lumbering Man asked the Womanizer and Wonder Woman, two of the fastest swimmers on earth, if they would swim circles with him. NOT. W and WW had a choice and they decided screw that noise, old man, wait your turn. It's hard to choose what to say if it seems mean but they were right. Fat Lumbering Man waited and took another lane. He was veeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry slooooooooooooooooooow.
On Tuesday, 5:00 a.m., driving 48 mph in a 45 zone, stopped at the red light, started on the green, and damn if I got pulled over by a cop. I turned off the music, which was really loud, and waited. Finally Hurly Burly came up to my window and started with the flashlight thing. I had a choice: sit patiently and let him have his fun, or ask "Why did you pull me over?". I asked (was that dumb?). Apparently one of the light bulbs was out over my license plate - THAT'S why he pulled me over! Christ I didn't even know I HAD a light over my license plate. But he let me go, just "Everything's OK - have a nice day." Choice: I wanted to say "Thanks for trying to fuck it up for me" but I didn't.
When I hit the treadmill I had the best run I'd had in weeks. Must have been the adrenaline. Note to self: take more chances - it's a good buzz.
Unless some bitch took my parking spot, or my locker, the next big decision is which swim lane I'm going to get into. Earlier this week Lover Boy and I were getting in the pool at the same time, so being as polite as I know how at that hour of the day I gave him first dibs and asked if he wanted the cute black guy or the skinny white guy. He didn't think it was very funny, but I still do.
Sharin' was smart this morning. She had a choice and got in the lane with Mr. Dumbells. She KNEW that this was a Non-Sharing tactic, because you can't swim circles if one person is water jogging. Very smart. I admire her swim sense.
Also this morning Fat Lumbering Man asked the Womanizer and Wonder Woman, two of the fastest swimmers on earth, if they would swim circles with him. NOT. W and WW had a choice and they decided screw that noise, old man, wait your turn. It's hard to choose what to say if it seems mean but they were right. Fat Lumbering Man waited and took another lane. He was veeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry slooooooooooooooooooow.
On Tuesday, 5:00 a.m., driving 48 mph in a 45 zone, stopped at the red light, started on the green, and damn if I got pulled over by a cop. I turned off the music, which was really loud, and waited. Finally Hurly Burly came up to my window and started with the flashlight thing. I had a choice: sit patiently and let him have his fun, or ask "Why did you pull me over?". I asked (was that dumb?). Apparently one of the light bulbs was out over my license plate - THAT'S why he pulled me over! Christ I didn't even know I HAD a light over my license plate. But he let me go, just "Everything's OK - have a nice day." Choice: I wanted to say "Thanks for trying to fuck it up for me" but I didn't.
When I hit the treadmill I had the best run I'd had in weeks. Must have been the adrenaline. Note to self: take more chances - it's a good buzz.
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