Monday, December 26, 2011

Burning Calories

The question of the week is: How many calories do you burn by talking too much?

ANSWER: Not enough, so shut me up and lets get back to our workouts, shall we???

Everyone wants to enjoy the goodies offered up during the holidays, as well we should, and maybe even have a second helping of baklava, because it's delicious! We just need to relax about our weight, embrace the goodwill, and promise ourselves to freakin' STOP eating at some point before the end of March or we will look like Nerf footballs in our bathing suits come springtime.

Here are a few ways to burn off those extra calories - maybe you will find some of these suggestions very useful. Or not.


  • Use a manual toothbrush instead of your electric one. Anything manual burns more calories.

  • Toss and turn at night instead of sleeping easily. Turn your pillow over to the cool side as often as possible.

  • Shift alot when driving, even if that means zipping around more than is legal. If you drive an automatic, change radio stations every time another ad comes on.

  • Dry your hair with a blowdryer, standing up. This will burn at least 25 calories more than if you allow your hair to dry naturally.

  • Whip the cream for your pies by hand instead of using a hand mixer. Not only will you burn extra calories but it will help tone your forearms.

  • Don't stop swimming laps during your workout, even if your goggles are totally fogged up, your cap is slipping off the top of your pinhead, your suit is riding up your ass, and you desperatly need a drink of water to wash down the taste or chlorine in your mouth. Michael Phelps reportedly consumes 12,000 calories a day, so trust me on this tip.

  • Don't use Pam before you roast your turkey. Scrubbing out the pan burns at least 250 calories if you combine both the exertion and the piss me off factor because you forgot to spray the stupid pan beforehand.

  • Jump rope with Wonder Woman. You will get a great cardio workout and discover your knees.

  • Shower in cold water. Trying to stay warm in order to shave your legs without razor burn will burn way more calories than a warm shower, and you will get a closer shave. I suggest you use shower stall #1 in the Ladies Locker Room to assist the process.



Happy Holidays, everyone. Wishing you good food and and good health. Uh, yes, pass the baklava.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Pushing Buttons

M&M and I were interrupted on the mats last week by a VERY good looking man who asked her to "activate" him. I'm sure it had something to do with that stupid FitLinks program but I was secretly tempted to offer to help out....

Pushing buttons can make stuff work for you, or they can just piss you off. Like those big blue handicap door buttons that the little kids love to push - very cute. Or the little reset buttons on the outlets and hairdryers that you often have to push in several different sequences until one magically makes it work (or not). Right now the hairdryers are both underpowered and they have buttons that offer either barely a poof of lukewarm air or are overpowered and really loud so I spend the day looking like Anna Rosanna Danna.

Is there a reason why the elevator buttons and arrival signal are so f&#kin loud?

I also sometimes wonder about the rusty "help" buttons near the whirlpool. Has anyone ever punched them? If I saw a dead guy in the steam room I think my screaming would be more effective than that button at drawing attention to the fact that there's a dead guy in the steam room. Does someone in that situation calmly think "Dead guy. I should press that help button"?

Toilet #2 in the ladies has a faulty handle. Time to get an automatic flush, Y Board, with a little button just in case. I hate using a used toilet.

So I'm finishing my run on the dreadmill on Saturday - ramped up to 6.4 and welcoming the end (NOT my demise, just finishing up my run). So I hit the PAUSE button and nothing happens. Hit it again. NOTHING. I'm slowed down and it keeps going. It's like a scene out of the Jetsons and I hit it again and it finally stops. Stupid buttons. Where are those new treadmills they are advertising on signs around the Fitness Center like a bad excuse for the fact that the new ones haven't yet arrived?

I'm still in my rental car - a Fiat 500 - very small and cute. It's a regular one little woman car, no doubt about it. It has a "sport" button on the console that the dude at Enterprise expertly pointed out to me in case I needed a little extra power. I think I'd like to have one of those buttons on my body somewhere.

Stefanaki has been pushing my buttons lately. I asked if his large bottle of Diet Pepsi was his key to a long life, and he responded by telling me that his secret is a "good attitude" and asked if I'd like some. Nice. This is part of a string of comments out of this guy lately that always seem to have a cut to them somewhere. I NEVER seem to have a good comeback. Next time he shares a lane with me maybe I'll keep quiet and just have a pee.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Lickity Split

It's amazing how fast I can get out of the locker room when Poison Ivy makes the scene. All week she's been cornering people to tell them about her new granddaughter, even though we've all heard her story several times just eavesdropping. I'm outta there, lickity split.

On Wednesday morning there were no free pool lanes until the guy I call Noodle said he was done and about crashed into Lover Boy making his way out across the lanes. I remarked about the fender bender. Mom thought I was calling Noodle by his pool name to his face! She had bumped into him twice with those stupid noodles of his doing laps and she said he didn't even notice. SO we have a name change - it's official - Noodle is now Fender Bender. I about split my side laughing.

Sharin' and Carin' (her fiance who now has his OWN pool name!) had a lovely party yesterday at their big new home. Sea Monkey asked me what HIS pool name was. EEK. In front of all those people AND his wife! I simply said "you don't have one yet". EEEEEK. (I lied - but I was caught!). Anyway, so today Lover Boy suggested "S'Monkey but I think I'd still have to explain it (he looks like those water creatures you used to be able to buy through the comic books depicted as cartoons where there was a king and queen and everyone had pot bellies and fins for feet swimming around the fishbowl but if you ever actually ordered them behind your mother's back you got a bag of dry worms that just turned the water brown, wiggled a bit, then died). So I'm splitting the difference and HIS new pool name is now "Spunky".

Sharing is okay but splitting lanes when you don't need to royally sucks. I agree that Wonder Woman shouldn't have to share a lane so that Evil Lifeguard can do laps instead of working the start of her shift. Evil Lifeguard's husband, whose pool name IS HIS NAME (he is so straight and weird), seems to think he, too, is very very important and always expects to get his own lane, but not the rest of us. I don't mean to split hairs but I AM MORE IMPORTANT. WW is a close second.

And splitting up is also awful. The Bethlehem Lurker and her husband Knee Jerker (again, a new pool name!) are getting a divorce and I'm so sad and worried about BL and her wonderful dogs. You can share with me anytime honey. I'm there for you. Just don't butterfly in my lane.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Little Things

I am little and I like little things, but not when it's apparently "Bring Your Awkward Teenager to the Y Day" and I have to deal with little people in the Fitness Center. The adolescents have yet to discover the wonders of a hot shower and underarm deoderant.

Here is a short list of little things that make a big difference in my life as a Gym Junkie. Maybe you can add a few of your own:

  • Getting shower stall #4 (it has water pressure; the others in the Ladies all suck for some reason)

  • The swimmer that made the big puddle by my locker actually cleaning it up

  • Tables and chairs in the lobby (that was brilliant)

  • Watching someone else actually clean off a mat (who cleans the stability balls???)

  • Getting an entire BOX of books at the book sale on the last day for just $1.00 (and I work in a library - I am definitely insane)

  • Free coffee

  • Using Poison Ivy's locker just to be annoying

  • Having a swim lane all to myself for the entire two miles

  • Someone you know and like getting in the lap lane with you and protecting you from the big stinky fat guy that came in moments later

  • Clarence (the angel) now watching over the hot tub with his little bottle of Ensure

  • Being acknowledged by the staff (even when you are trying to tune everyone out)

  • Someone smiling and holding the door for you even when their gym bag is twice the size of your already oversize gym bag

  • Getting through your workout and nothing hurts (it will tomorrow)

  • Having an extra bra and undies because you forgot yours, again

  • Hooks in the Fitness Center for the resistence bands (what took them so long!? - hey, this was MY suggestion and someone actually listened - Woo Hoo!)

  • Visiting TBB as she recovers from shoulder surgery to help her get better (I brought magazines - new ones, not stolen from the Fitness Center [they didn't have Vogue]) - she looks GREAT, as always



That's as nice as I can be in one blog entry. I WOULD like a few other little things: towel service, a locker to call my own (preferably large enough to hold all my shit), boxes of tissues strategically placed, and, while I'm at it, a pony.

I think I'm having a good day.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Core Values

No I'm NOT going to discuss the top 10 "ab" moves for a flatter belly in just 1 week, although 'tis the season. Core values go much, much deeper than that.

Do you know what the four "core values" are for the YMCA??? I'll give you a minute to think about it.

Give up??? If you go to the Y on the web because you feel the need to cheat before moving on in today's quiz, or you just can't remember all of those important core values that we should, as members, live by, you will note they are NOT high up and easy to find on the site, so I'll give you a few hints instead. Ready???

(1) CAR. If you tailgate someone for several miles with your giant headlights blazing into the other driver's rearview you are a bully. Instead of being kind and _________ you are driving like an obnoxious tit. The mistake is doing this early in the morning only to discover you are tailgating someone who is ALSO going to the Y. I called you on it, Boob Job, and believe me, you don't get your pool name for nothing.

(2) HON. When you want to appease another member and make them feel safe and welcome you radiate love and a sense of _____________. Otherwise you call them an f*(%$in' bitch and walk off. This is what Boob Job called me in return for me thoughtfully defining her driving style for her as we entered the Y on Black Friday morning. This, instead of apologizing and telling me what a rotten day she was having and admitting that despite appearances she can be a real tit. Not that I would have given a shit if she were having a bad morning, but seeing as my heart was racing from being freaked out from being tailgated (remembering, too, that I'm a bit antsy these days as I was just in a car accident last weekend) I would have at least just shunned her for awhile and we'd be even. Maybe you all can help me with that.

(3) SPEC. Everyone has the same right to the road and to work out without feeling threatened. If you treat everyone else like garbage instead of with _________ you are probably conceited, but who am I to judge. Some people really put the tit in attitude, if you know what I mean.

(4) LIT. This is the last core value - it might be a little harder to guess. If you are hot headed and you don't need to be lit to say it like it is I suggest maybe you need a little Valium to help get you through your day. If you make a mistake, no matter if it is at home, on the job, or in the lobby of the Y it is important that you take ______________ (HINT: this is not another word for Valium).

I don't know what it is about some people. I know, I CAN be a bitch, and I sometimes drive too fast, and I have been known to pick on more than a few who had it coming, and for all that I'm sorry - I accept responsibility for my actions and will do my best to make up for it by making everyone laugh if I can. Now, down and do 20 situps, 10 leg lifts, 3 miles on the dreadmill and give a word of thanks for all we have to be grateful for, including the amazing ability to gain three more pounds in four days and work out our aggressions by just working out. Life is good.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Surprise!

Life is full of surprises. Most of them I can do without.

SURPRISE! The Women's Locker Room is closed AGAIN for what must be the 100th time this month. For "Maintenance". What the f*%# is being fixed in there between 10:00 p.m. and 8:00a.m.??? Without my daily weigh-in I've successfully gained 3 pounds. SURPRISE! And this just before the holidays. Time again for the handy Thumbs Down.

SURPRISE! My hands got tangled up in some pool debris last week that can only be described as part hairball and part dead mouse with a dash of boogers. YUK YUK YUK. Lately it seems we have had a Band-Aid issue in the pool. Some of us must be drinking heavily and suffering mild to moderate wounds as a result (also known as UPI's - Unidentified Party Injuries), trying to disguise them with Band-Aids which almost immediately float off once we descend our chlorinated world. Cookie asked for a glove to retrieve one gross uckie last week. She's my November hero.

SURPRISE! It's "Member Appreciation Day" (November 15th) and again I did NOT win the big basket with all the foodie goodies in it. What a surprise.

SURPRISE! I did something bad to my middle toe trying to exit the whirlpool on Sunday morning last week and it was badly bruised and really swollen but not broken, thankfully, but what a setback - one week without being able to run has been a total drag. Even worse, no high heels for a week, but I've worked through this issue okay, thanks for your concern with regard to What Not To Wear.

SURPRISE! I went to Empire Wine today with my husband to stock up for the Thanksgiving holiday, along with half of the city. Just a quick trip. RIGHT. Until I got sideswiped just past the entrance to Home Depot on Washington Avenue on my way home. I didn't see it coming. Adrenaline Rush. Thankfully no one was hurt, which is a good thing. The JERK who was speeding and cut in too fast and almost forced me into the left lane admitted right off that he was at fault. Please note he was not an ASSHOLE about it - he did stick around until the Polizia finally showed up. But I'm vain about my car and since it's a short work week it's not very likely I'll get it fixed right away. And I got home OK the car is at least driveable AND I have lots of wine. Thank you God.

SURPRISE! KToo turned 50 on Friday. Blue Towel and I blew up 10 black balloons and put them in her lane in the pool while she was doing laps, and she left them all there, which was wonderful and very funny and everyone on the pool was smiling. We sang "Happy Birthday" for her in the CHILDRENS LOCKER ROOM (is that ironic?) and she got a $50 gift from all of us at The Hidden Cafe and the best part was she didn't see it coming. Getting old isn't nearly as bad as the guy that showed up during the balloon event wearing a spido that barely covered his pubies.

SURPRISE! I had total garlic breath on Friday morning from eating at The Hidden Cafe on Thursday night when I went to get KToo's gift. I hope she doesn't pop any of them. They are garlic balloons, potentially very deadly.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Getting Fitted

Throwing a fit is NOT the same as getting fit. Trust me on this. The dude that freaked out in a Gold's Gym earlier this week didn't get this salient point and died as a result.

There is a chance that "performance enhancers" (not to be confused with the other type, so popular with daytime TV ads) and "cocaine" (not to be confused with Diet Coke with Lime) had something to do with this young man's rage. Or it could simply be that another member PISSED HIM OFF. Please - I love you guys, so I want to recommend that if you see anyone that is probably NOT a zombie, has red eyes rolling around in his or her head, weighs over 200 pounds and has giant muscles, that you be nice. On the other hand, if they are small, think they're fit, piss you off just because they can, and are obviously an ASSHOLE (and/or you are menapausal and potentially dangerous), that you let me know. I'll be happy to take them down a notch using my trusty Miss Kitty Taser.

Also, I want to recommend wearing a swim suit that fits. Right now mine is so tight that I have to pull the back down over the bottom of my butt about 20 times per swim to cover that little piece that wants to hang out from under my suit (however, I know in a few weeks my bathing suit will start to dissolve and actually fit, so please ignore me). JOJ has a suit that only fits if he pulls it under his armpits. LCD (Little Chinese Dude) has a suit that threatens to get pulled off with the surf. Lover Boy looks good in his spido. He looks fit AND his suit fits. Point made.

Also also, what you wear when you work out is VERY likely to get you a "pool name" that you won't be happy with. For example, let's make fun of Mr. Glad, the man with the white hair who ALWAYS wears a white turtleneck on his long walk almost every goddamn day on the dreadmill and does nothing else besides (if you remember, assuming you are over 50, the Man From Glad is an older gentleman with white hair and is always dressed in a white suit). He had a fit this week, according to my sources, because the TV on "his" dreadmill wasn't working (much like many of the others). Of course using a different piece of equipment was not an option. Freakin' out was. A worthy adversary for sure during our morning commute - he no doubt screams and shouts at other cars and likes to cut people off in traffic, but this at least I can understand.

Get Fit in 2012. Or just get fitted into something that fits. Just don't have a fit. It might save your life.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Power

The power went out in the Fitness Center for no apparent reason whatsoever last Sunday morning at precisely 7:50 a.m. Wonder Woman, being more alert than most early in the day, quickly used the handy "thumbs down" - actually "two thumbs down" - to signal that the Y really sucks. I'm glad it came in useful.

The curious thing was that the ellipticals and two of the bikes were still working. I commented to WW that all this time when she thought she was running on the machine it was actually running her. Very creepy, but we did learn something: some of the machines run on the power that we, as Gym Junkies, generate using our own - get this - ENERGY. Either that or WW et al have supernatural powers, which is very possible (my powers of deduction only from watching her swim).

These powers will come in particularly useful tomorrow, as it is All Hallows Eve and, as usual, the effin' kids will be going door to door begging for candy, which we give them hoping they will go away and not Charmin or egg the front yard.

But the Y doesn't always suck. The guy that was working last Sunday morning actually let me keep going on the spin bike until I was done, which was really nice of him (plus he was cute - very powerful combo). Anyway, it was light enough in the front of the room that he figured I was safe as long as I didn't run with scissors or try to lift weights in the dark (not that there's anything to see). After about 20 minutes get this: I was the ONLY ONE THERE. For all the years I've dreamt of having the whole place to myself I did, and you know what? It was CREEPY. Just as I was ready to leave , noting from the time that it was still 7:50 a.m. so time must have stopped and everyone in the world had gone up to heaven except for me, the lights came back on and "members" starting drifting in and everyone acted like nothing had happened. I'm gonna keep an eye on the zombies for a few more days until I figure I can trust everyone again.

Speaking of zombies: I have it on good authority that they can PRO-CREATE, and I'm guessing that means eating extra brains, so if you normally carry an extra around with you in your oversize gym bag you might want to keep it locked up until we know the extent of the problem. This is how I know: Poison Ivy has a granddaughter, not that we care, but I'm glad she told everyone so now we know that even the babies can be dangerous, FYI. Please be careful of small children dressed innocently as Tootsie Rolls on 10/31.

We had snow last night - a powerful storm swept up the east coast and wiped out power for lots of folks but we did fine in this area, at least for all I know. So with power we can vacuum. It must be Sunday.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Useful Hand Gestures

Since we all seem to have earplugs in when we're swimmin', or have the music blaring from our I-devices in the Fitness Center and can't figure out how to turn it off, or we've got something to say that we shouldn't say out loud, many of us resort to hand gestures. Here is an assortment, with explanations of their meaning, that I think you will find very useful.

There's the thumbs up, which means "right on, toots" or something like that. VERY useful when you're in a good mood. The thumbs down is often associated with negative sentiments, such as "the Y sucks", which it sometimes does, that's Y I'm there every day. Every time I see that the Women's Locker Room is "CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE" I use the handy thumbs down. I'm always curious when they reopen what exactly it was that was "maintained" but apparently it is not yet the rusty lockers, half of which don't open and close right, but I'm hopeful.

OK: This is a very easy gesture made by simply connecting the thumb and forefinger in a circle and holding the other fingers out straight. Or it can mean Asshole if you're from South America (which is America only South) so use this cautiously knowing we must all be culturally respectful. However, only you need to know what it is you're trying to say.

If someone holds their hand out to you with the index and middle finger upright and parted with the rest of the fingers folded up, palm facing outward, what does it mean??? CORRECT: Once upon a time, far far away it meant VICTORY. It was VERY cool. In the 1960s it meant PEACE. It was even cooler.

Turn the clock ahead 50 years. It's 5:30 a.m. sometime in October 2011 and you're at the Y. What does the gesture mean today when Guitar Man greets you at the mats???

YES! It means "WELCOME TO THE Y!" So the next time someone makes this gesture at you say "WELCOME" back at them. Smile big. Hugs optional. It can also mean "THROW YOUR ARMS IN THE AIR!" So the next time someone makes this gesture at you THROW YOUR ARMS IN THE AIR AND CHEER. A good yell is a great release and part of a balanced breakfast. It will also serve the freak them out for at least a month or two so you can get on with your workout and have one less person to annoy you.

There are others that I hope you will also find very useful (you can print this blog for future reference):

Blah blah blah: The fingers are kept straight and together snapped against the thumb repeatedly to imitate a mouth that just wont' shut up. If you get caught making this gesture behind J.O.J.'s back quickly curl up the index finger and make shadow puppets of a puppy on the back wall.

Loser: This hand gesture is made by extending the thumb and forefinger to resemble the letter L, but if you use your left hand instead of your right because you are lifting weights with your right it could be misinterpreted as "One moment please", so your fellow member may wait for you to finish your set instead of going away quietly.

The finger: I don't need to explain this one to you. If you raise both middle fingers at someone it's THE NUMBER ELEVEN. That's more than giving someone a TEN. Good luck with that one. Try not to get caught.

One day soon we'll discuss the meaning of air kisses.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Stating the Obvious

There's a little sign in the dry sauna that is full of good advice, like "Staying too long in a heated area is capable of causing overheating". Duh.

In stating the obvious there are lots of things that come to mind that are almost as useless as our little sign. Allow me to share a few:

No one under 18 is allowed in the adult locker rooms. This includes 4 year old boys in the WOMENS when I am naked. Really, I don't want to scare the little guy.

Cell phone use in the lobby only. This also includes hand held mobile devices. We are not all that interested in your critically important grocery list.

Lost and found items only $1.00 each. If it was yours to begin with tough shit.

Members and Guests Only. If you forgot your card step aside and go to the end of the line. I'm in a big hurry to work out.

NO Underwater Training. If I dive into the pool am I breaking the rules if I go under the surface? What IS underwater training, anyway???

"Wipe down machines after use". This means with a paper towel and disinfectant, not your sweaty towel.

Please shower after using one of our (heated - sauna/steam room) facilities before using the pools. SHOWER. PLEASE. You are sweaty and disgusting. SHOWER PLEASE. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! (one lady still isn't talking to me when I called her on it a few months ago - I don't get the name S.L.B. for nothing you know....)

I have a few suggestions for signs at the Y, but these should be obvious:

NO DRIVING DIAGONALLY AT HIGH SPEED THROUGH THE PARKING LOT
NO HEAVY PERFUME IN THE FITNESS CENTER
NO AFTERSHAVE USE BEFORE SWIMMING
NO FAT BOYS IN SPEEDOS
CLEAN UP YOUR HAIR IN THE SHOWERS
CLEAN UP YOUR MAKEUP NEAR THE SINKS, and
NO FARTING ON THE TREADMILLS

The world is way too full of rules, and as you might have guessed I can do a pretty good job of breaking them. The trick is not to get caught. That and staying alive, I guess. Anyway, there's a reason I don't stay in the sauna too long: after 2 miles in the pool, and 15 minutes in the hot tub, I need to pee, and I don't need a sign that says NOT TO PEE in the pool (even though there is a rule for that, FYI).

Monday, October 10, 2011

Hot and Cold

Some like it hot, some like it cold. Me? I want it perfect.

At my age, or thereabouts, a long drive alone with the temperature controls is a wonderful thing. On Wednesday I went to Ithaca in a Toyota Yaris that only had 6 miles on it when I got in. Cool. As I head out into the October afternoon I'm cold, so I crank the heat. Then the sun comes around and I turn on the AC. Then I have a hot flash and I crank the cold air for as long as it takes to get cold again. Then I open the windows to warm up. Repeat for three hours.

Earlier this week the pool water felt like it was about 89 degrees. All the "old" (read: OLDER) ladies in the locker room were going on about how lovely the water was. All the "young" (read: 55 and under crowd) were bitching that it was too warm for a real workout. The next day the water is about 76 degrees - perfect for a long swim! The water felt refreshing, sparkling bright with fluorescent sunshine as I zipped along the surf. AHHHH. Until the next day when it was overheated again. Sigh. But by Sunday afternoon the pool water was again so cold I almost couldn't get warm after my swim but I was happy - I had a great workout and the pool was EMPTY because it's a holiday weekend and most people have a life. For a gym junkie it was just about perfect.

The weather has been wacky but for a Columbus Day weekend we couldn't have asked for better. It was cold when I headed out on my bike this morning. It was hot by the time I got home. A run in the park on Saturday was nice and chilly but the sun was warm on my shoulders. Today it's hot in the house and even hotter sitting outside but the wine is nice and cold and the cold shower and wet hair and wearing shorts are a good thing.

It's been nice and cool overnight so when I wake up in a sweat and throw off the blankets, two cats and my husband's arm it only takes a few minutes to get cold again. Cover up. Fall asleep. Hot flash. Wake up in a sweat and chuck the cats again. Repeat for eight hours. Get up. Workout. Get hot. Or cold. Whatever. Just don't wanna ever be lukewarm.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Carried AwaY with a Capital Y

Of course You all know that I'm alwaYs the Picture of Restraint. Except when it's partY time.

I had THREE glasses of wine on MondaY night. I was carried awaY by Your love and smiles and hugs and generositY. Well, not literallY, but close. One more glass of wine would have cinched it.

So I'm half waY to 100. TuesdaY I celebrated this fact bY "Doing the Straps" at 5:00 a.m. with Cookie and M&M. This is also about restraint: You use these wall straps and Your personal gravitY to enhance squats, lunges, and upper bodY toning. HAH, You saY! Even if You so rightlY point out that bY the looks of me I have less "gravitY" than most, when I'm high as a kite it's hard to tell if I'm floating, have the spins or if I'm going to do a face plant. It was fun. However, I have been informed that one cannot use these precious, sought after, highlY specialized pieces of complicated equipment unless You PAY FOR TRAINING. OK: now I'd like to use these straps to tie the people up that decided that theY can onlY be used bY those with more moneY than those of us that like to partY. WhY paY extra to find out that the equipment is lame??? I found that out for free.

It was fun breaking the rules.

Speaking of being carried awaY, there are so manY f*%^ing mosquitos out there in the real world beYond the Y walls and mY car and the window of mY office that the last time I was outside for more than 30 seconds I was literallY lifted off the ground, twirled around a few times, and deposited at mY mailbox with no less than 3000 bloodY itchY little bites (and all I had was junk mail). I went out for a long bike ride last SundaY and everY time I stopped for more than 2 seconds, like, for a red light, I got bit up. Mosquitos suck. Pun intended. I can't wait for COLD WEATHER. Smack me if You can reach me, if You are mad at me for wishing for winter, but at least You might kill a mosquito at the same time.

I hope I don't get too carried awaY worrYing about Poobah and Stitch. I don't know how P is doing and I miss him terriblY. I'm sad theY won't be coming to the Y anYmore and I hope no creepY angel carries them awaY anY time soon. Being at the Y without Poobah is like eating a bagel without cream cheese. And now I'm hungrY. So much for restraint. Pass the jellY.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

It's a TEST

Almost every day we drive down Winding Brook Drive to the Y. There's a sign on the left that's been there for at least a decade. TEST: How many acres are for sale?

1. 75
2. 25
3. 52
4. 57

I'm not going to tell you you should know the answer because by now.

If you aren't sure then wake up. There are days when we must ask ourselves: Do I remember even driving to the Y??? (NOTE: this question is not a test question - it's merely to energize your critical analysis of the Early Morning Workout)

I did my two miles in the pool this morning and I noticed something. Which of the following is correct:

1. The water was too warm, again
2. There are new backstroke flags
3. The homemade swimteam banners have been removed
4. S.L.B. was wearing a new bathing suit
5. All of the above

I you answered #2, try again. I'm still not showing you my cards....

OK I am still having fun goading you all. Puzzles are supposed to be good for old brains. Which of the following signs did you encounter on your visit to the Y this week?

1. America on the Move is doing stuff
2. There are weekend pool closures scheduled for the fall
3. You can sign up for the Zumbathon (whatever the hell that is)
4. Toilet #2 in the ladies isn't working
5. There's a new class on Monday's that involves "intervals"

If you answered #4 you're WRONG. That was last week. Funny the way time plays havoc with our small brains.

Please help me defeat the myth that athletes are brain dead little slugs only interested in such complex issues as the positive side of Muscle Milk. TEST: What is
"Muscle Milk"?

1. A milk made out of muscles
2. Something sweet and tasty that is expensive, so it must be good for you
3. An important part of a balanced breakfast
4. None of the above

ANSWER: #2. I like Strawberry.

xxx

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Other Y

I was in a different Y pool on Monday, Wednesday and Sunday this past week because ours was closed for annual maintenance. I had to be "nice" because I didn't know anyone. I was an INTERLOPER.

So on Monday this woman gets into the lane with me and she's wearing - no fooling - the exact same bubblegum pink trimmed swimsuit, matching pink strapped goggles, a white swim cap, blue flip flops AND she selected a matching blue kickboard (instead of red or green) from which to kick, just like me, then got in the lane with me. Because I felt the need to be "friendly" I said "Nice suit". She looked over my left shoulder and said "Uh, thanks", then proceeded to ignore me. I pointed out "We're wearing the same suit!", so she looked at her chest and said "Oh, yeah" (end conversation here). She made me feel like a middle aged needy idiot, AND she was way faster than me (although most people are). I should have pointed out that the suit and goggles we had obviously BOTH purchased from SwimOutlet.com were pretty loud and that this is what we get for shopping online, but since I looked better in it than she did I just bit my smile and accepted that I'm a middle aged idiot and she needed to lose 30 pounds, so we're even.

On Wednesday I got to swim with Mark Spitz. No fooling. He had a mustache and smelled like Aqua Velvet (and made the water TASTE like Aqua Velvet) and he looked good and swam great and knew it, and just hated that I'd gotten in his lane with him. Like I care. Kick hard make splashes. Anyway, I moved in with him because three of the most beautiful youts ever came in wanting to swim together and because I was an INTERLOPER I kindly gave up my lane so I could share with Mark Spitz. Now it may seem like I was actually being nice, but I figured they took up less pool space if they were willing to swim circles, so it's really all about me. AND I got to piss off Mark Spitz, so it was fun, too, to be nice.

Monkey Man and Teenie Weenie were the only G. Y members that I saw at the E.G. Y this week. THANKS EVERYONE, for leaving me to my own devices. But I did my best to behave, FYI.

The carpets there need to be cleaned. The showers don't drain. But I have to say all the staff are nice at the E.G. Y and the lifeguards actually seem to WANT to open all the pool lanes and space out in their chairs. Nice to have an option to swim elsewhere during "maintenance". Let's see what the G. Y pool looks like on Tuesday when it reopens. Hopefully cleaner but my guess is probably otherwise no different.

It will be great to see the gang again. Being an INTERLOPER reminds me about "good manners". If I'm rude at least I can trust you guys to tell me off. That's what good friends are for.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Only Fool in Sight

OK this is a test. If there is a hurricane approaching your area you should:

1. Buy eggs, bread, milk, OJ and plan to make french toast.
2. Buy some batteries that actually fit your transistor radio and flashlight, if you can find them.
3. Do your laundry, vacuum, and cook all your meat in case you lose power (unless you are looking for another excuse not to cook and clean).
4. Give yourself a pedicure.
5. Stock up on essentials like white wine.
6. All of the above.

Correct! The answer is 6 - All of the above!

Irene arrived last night but I still made it to the Y when it opened this morning - hydroplaning and speeding around the downed tree on Winding Brook Road - through the wind and driving rain - sure I wasn't going to get there in time to claim a spin bike. SURPRISE. On the drive over I was the only fool in sight, save for a few emergency vehicles. There were only three cars when I arrived in the parking lot at 6:59. Duh.

I got my hour on the bike with Tony but a half hour later the power started flickering in and out so they kicked everyone (count: 7) out and closed the building down. All I wanted to do was mat work and I didn't want to go home where we had (and still have) power, and I still haven't done any cleaning. But when I left I wished the newbie at the front desk a good day. That may sound nice but it was dripping with sarcasm, trust me. I drove through 3 intersections with no traffic lights but I didn't slow down. I'm sure you figured that already.

So I'm stuck at home, I think, for the rest of the day, even though they've reopened the road (finally). Thank goodness for Chardonnay.

I played Angry Birds and Solitaire on my new phone, updated my shuffle and had a shower, ate and played stringy dingy with the cat and watched TWC and now I'm blogging the damn Y. Thunder is rumbling, it's still pouring rain and windy. If I'm lucky there's still a chance I won't have to run the dishwasher.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Yak Yak Yak

We share stories of our collective vacations because most of us can't afford to go anywhere unless it's online and on a student budget. After a period of noticeable absence, friends return to their routine at the Y with tans, wounds, an extra 5 pounds, or all of the above. Where have you been? Tell me all about it (in 2 minutes or less please)!

I am VERY protective of my workout time because I haven't yet figured out that my friends are more important than thin thighs. So, you go away someplace COOL like Alaska and you come back just aching for a solid routine at the gym and your time gets eaten up by CONVERSATION. I have no idea why I can't chill. However, last week Peanut and I had a great chat in the parking lot when we should have been rushing off somewhere with many important tasks to perform and just enjoyed a beautiful cool morning break together as "pals". Peanut is wonderful. If I ever grow up I'm going to be just like her.

The weather has been unpredictable and I miss the early morning light. I went running twice last week before the sun came up and it was weird not being able to see my feet, or the road, or sticks and debris, or dead skunks. I like the cooler weather but the shorter days are upon us so it's time to adjust my brain and rethink the workout. I had a great bike ride on Sunday and I admit that starting out at 7:30 instead of 5:00 was kinda nice. However, more cars suck.

The Y has been quieter than usual the past week or so and I'm loving it. The pool and fitness center are pretty empty and I can do my thing without having to worry about others. Please go on vacation or just go away if you can. Good for the soul and great for those of us left behind. And if you've been someplace cool or have traveled please do tell, because after my visit to AK I'm broke so I'd appreciate sharing stories. XXX

Friday, August 5, 2011

My Trip to Alaska



I showed up clean in Anchorage, makeupped, tank topped and smelling of deoderant. I returned to NY exactly the opposite. It was good.

Alaska is no candy ass place. A city girl like me has to adjust to the hippie thing, the wet cold windy weather thing, the moose and bear and lynx thing, the mosquitos the size of bats thing and the swarms of biting flies and smell o' repellent thing, the rutted dirt road thing, the hunting and fishing thing, and the breathtaking view thing. I can't say what took the most effort to embrace but I think it was the idea that if I decided to go for a run in the morning I needed to take bear spray with me. As you might have guessed I did not run, but we did do some fantastic backcountry hiking and saw lots of bear shit.

We saw lots of wildlife but no bears. Speaking of wildlife - the hippies all wear mismatched oversized clothes and boots and hats and jackets all the time and have long hair and beards (so do the girls) and don't bathe BECAUSE IT'S PRACTICAL! Oh get off it. That's like saying we wear high heels in the city BECAUSE IT'S PRACTICAL. It's ALL about fashion, even in the bush - trust me. One day it was 70 degrees and the girls still wore their hats. But maybe that's because they all have lice.

I ate huckleberries and watermelon berries in the woods, unwashed, without packaging. I ate freshly picked oysters. I drank good local beers. We biked and hiked and drove about and toured and had a great time. All this despite the runs from the oysters and berries and beer, the fall off my bike and the resulting bad cut on my leg, and having my shoulder bag stolen from the car by bad people who broke the window and damaged the vehicle to get at it (estimated damage: $2400). There was nothing in the bag of real value if you are in Alaska: tweezers (which I quickly replaced), a few ditties including the perfume I had come to rely on to repel smells (mine and others)(also quickly replaced), tissues (which can be VERY useful in the bush, at least for some of us), gum (which can help cover the stink of beer and fish) and a comb (apparently not needed in Alaska). So I guess I got lucky, except for the guilt trip. What idiot city girl leaves a shoulder bag in a car, in plain sight???

I'm home trying to get my brother's dog's hair off everything. The weather is warm. I'm back at the Y where I belong. It is all good.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

THIS WEEK IN THE NEWS: It's hot (in case you didn't notice)

Mum, the first underarm deoderant, was apparently invented in 1888 by an unknown saint from Philadelphia. This gift has allayed the delicate sensibilities of many many generations of gnats, the only living creature out there besides the crazy workout junkies who insist on exercising outside in 100 degree temperatures.

It's been in the high 90s with a "heat index" over 100 degrees since early in the week. A "heat index" is what the temperature "feels like" when you leave the AC and walk out to your car. You should allow it to cool while you fry eggs on the hood, because one tip says not to run your oven as one way to stay cool, unless, of course, you are an idiot like me. Anyway, eat them up quickly because, according to my sources, they will become contaminated quickly from the heat if they are left out for too long.

There are many ways to stay cool during a heat wave. I think there are hundreds of sites out there all offering up the same anti-hot tips over and over and over again, so I'm going to offer up some alternatives which I'm sure you will find helpful.

1. Stay young. Or just stay immature. Old people don't handle the heat as well as the young.
2. Be thin. Fat people also suffer more when the temperatures soar. If you are already overweight don't sweat it. Eat some ice cream to cool down.
3. Stay at work. Work on Saturdays and Sundays as well. BONUS: The AC at work is free.
4. Drink light beer when you are tanning poolside or on the beach. Drink standing up so you know when you are ready to pass out. Please pee in the toilets provided.
5. Don't take salt tablets. I recommend Doritos or Cheez Doodles if you want a snack with the 18 glasses of water you need to rehydrate after running outside anyway.
6. Wear a hat, but one with some style so you don't look like an idiot standing in the sun in the middle of the day.

And, if you are prone to migranes, I recommend avoiding high heels.

I'm off to Alaska tomorrow and hope to pet a polar bear tummy. Please stay cool. I'll be thinking of you as I run at 3:00 a.m. when the sun is just coming up.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Faded Signs

I turned 50 last week and I've suddenly become very aware of faded signs. I can give in or fight back. It might surprise you but I think I'll get feisty instead of cool.

OK there are THREE, count them, THREE handmade "team" signs bedecking the pool deck. I assume these are meant to boost spirits and connections among our valued youth, but they are OLD and faded, with names like Reynalyn and Lytistra, which to me sound like good prescriptions. Anyway, the Y has taken to writing over the signatory names because they have faded, with the effect that now they look even more dismal. SO - I'm going to bring in my markers and we are all going to sign our Pool Names to the signs! "S.L.B." "Peanut" "Lover Boy" "Wonder Woman" "Back Float Bob" "SugaCube" "Sharin'" "Puppy Sweet Cheeks" "Strawberry" "Spinney", etc.. I'm sure that once we've attacked they will HAVE to take the dusty things down.

Did anyone notice that for years and years the valued youth swim records on the big chart at the end of the pool never changed? That's because time stood still until I was approaching my 50th. Suddently they changed and I think life is accelerating, so please take some relax time to appreciate what we have. NOTE: There's a tie for first place in one category and the winners are: Fish, Rho.

Speaking of fish, what's with the inflatable fish and the fish-shaped kickboard hanging from the ceiling in the pool? I hope we can assume, like cleaning the hallway carpets every week, that they are cleaning the dusty fish as part of their regularly scheduled maintenance. Maybe that's what I need: a good deep clean and a brain dusting. I had a massage today. Everything did NOT hurt. It was good.

I guess stuff just starts to break down at some point. SugaCube and Peanut sang for me in the pool, with a minor synchronized swim act that was more than just a bit adorable, and I almost broke down and cried it was so sweet. Peanut said I'd crossed the line but I do NOT agree. PEANUT: I am ON the line. I swam an Ironman distance on my 50th just to prove I've still got it. Did it hurt later? I'll never tell....

But yes some things just don't work as well as they used to. We had a lifeguard faint and fall into the pool, and Shuffles slipped and fell and hit his head outside the steam room - he also needed an ambulance (both are fine - can they be fixed? I recommended sticky flip flips and a big glass of water before working/out; Mom - is it okay if I give advice?). Also, shower stall #1 never gets hot and there's no pressure. One of two sinks in the Children's Locker Room does not give forth water. The computer at the front desk wasn't working one morning this week so they just let all these people in without positive government issued ID. Sometimes I just don't feel comfy and safe and then I think "BE YOUNG", stop worry-warting and complaining and being your age! I did a 25 mile bike ride this morning with no helmet. It was SO ROCKIN.

So I will continue to push what I do, but I will also drink my strawberry flavored muscle milk, walk slowly across the pool deck, and adjust my rearview. Just to be on the safe side.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Second Hand Blog

A lot has happened at the Y during the time I was away. I appreciate many of you keeping me informed so we can get this blog going again. Second hand news may not be all true but that doesn't keep me from reporting on it.

Wonder Woman caught Poison Ivy getting into her locker last week. She did the confused old lady game to make it look like she wasn't doing anything wrong as she lurched away with her little handbag. I'm not sure what W.W. would have that a zombie would need - probably makeup, so please try to keep an eye on your makeup until we know what we're dealing with here.

JBF has taken to wearing just a sports bra in the fitness center. Let's just agree to agree she doesn't look all that shit hot in her tight bright spandex, but she no doubt thinks she does. We know this because Mom reported her pacing back and forth but not really doing anything, just doing the runway act. Maybe, like P.I., she too is a bit confused, but in this case it's probably from alcohol, which at least I can understand. Mom suggested that one day soon we should have Sports Bra Day and we'll ALL wear our sports bras and no top. I have a hot pink number that I'll save just for the occasion. I'll keep you posted on the exact date.

The Incredible Hunk suggested that I could blog about The Talker, but was informed that it's already been done. He was at the pool yesterday. He thinks my name is Sue. In less that one minute I was informed that he bought a new house so he's been working out at the Bethlehem Y and that's why we haven't seen him around in a while and that he's having his car serviced on Central Avenue that's why he was in Guilderland and swimming in our pool and that the water's too warm okay have a nice day. He NEVER smiles. How does anyone talk and only their mouth goes up and down like a puppet and the rest of their face doesn't move???

They refinished the floors in the gym - it's still not open. I am SO glad I missed the toxic stink this year. I'm also glad to see that they have been keeping the carpets clean. I think twice a week isn't nearly often enough, don't you???

The weather in the south is really really hot and humid. New Orleans smells like pee. I went running along the river early one morning along with a large brown rat, and we said hello to a few drunk gay guys who obviously hadn't been home all night. They didn't even blink at the talking rat.

Back to the present: I got caught running in the rain this morning, which I figured might happen, but the weather here is SO nice in comparison to NO. Later at the Y Wonder Woman told me they kicked everyone out of the pool because of thunderstorms. Back Float Bob was miffed that they also wouldn't let anyone in the sauna or steam room, so I suggested maybe they could just let the people we didn't like use it during the storm. Wonder Woman pointed out it's not nearly big enough to fit them all. (Maybe they could take turns)

I'm still detoxing from a week of good friends, too much food and way too many glasses of wine. The Gulf coast was awesome and being in the ocean was all good. It was all good, especially seeing my dear friend Peaches (not her real name). But it's sure nice to be home, too, and back at the Y where I belong.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Recipe for Disaster

The healthy food choices on the bulletin board are SO lame. I often wonder at the people that stand there reading it like it's as interesting as the TV show they've been pretending to watch while working out on the elliptical machine. HELLO! If you eat more than you burn off and you eat crap you will get fat and you will feel like shit. 'Nuf said.

I love good food and I love to cook and read recipes and shop for ingredients and talk food with my workout buddies and swap recipes and ideas and tips about where to eat and how to cook stuff. I thought I'd share a recipe with you. It's potentially healthy!

DISASTER

About one hour to prepare. Feeds 8. Or it should.

INGREDIENTS
>1 Magnum cold white wine, preferably Chardonnay (something you would actually drink, which is probably just about anything with alcohol)
>8 to 10 ounces medium size pasta shells (any small shaped pasta will do; avoid anything that pretends to have fiber in it)
>5 slices of bacon
>3 tablespoons olive oil
>1 tablespoon butter (more if you are feeling particulary low today)
>1 large yellow onion, chopped (peeled, but maybe you knew that)
>1 large clove garlic, crushed (also peeled)
>1 small zucchini, cut in half lengthwise and then sliced 1/4" thick (or just cut up; it depends at this point how much wine you've had, and how much time you want to fuss with it)
>1 small broccoli floret, chopped (watch out for your fingers with that knife)
>8-10 cherry tomatoes
>1/2 can black beans, drained and rinsed (leftovers in the fridge sitting for less than 3 days are good in this recipe but if you can't remember how long they've been in there start with a fresh can; these have the fiber you didn't miss in the pasta)
>1/2 cup chopped flat leaf parsley (rinse it well unless you like sand in your food)
>1 1/2 cups whole milk yogurt whisked with 1/2 cup half and half
>Freshly ground black pepper to taste
>Parmesan for serving at the table
>3 ibuprofen


DIRECTIONS
This recipe is best if you work out for three hours or more, or until exhausted and almost starved.


1. Assemble all your ingredients. You will also need a large pot with a lid to cook the pasta in, and a large saucepan for the veggies with sauce.
2. Stare at everything while you drink a glass of wine and worry about your finances, marriage, job, or anything else that has you on edge.
3. Cook the bacon until crisp; drain on paper towels and crumble. Eat half. Drain off most of the fat from the pan. Add oil and butter to pan and heat over medium heat. Put a fresh bandaid on your finger.
4. Cook the pasta in plenty of water. I avoid salting it, preferring to salt my food heavily later when I can't taste anything anyway because I've been drinking wine, even knowing I'll wake up in the middle of the night really really thirsty from both the salt and the wine. Let the water come to a boil before you put the pasta in it. Stir well when you first put the pasta in so it doesn't stick together, even though you would probably eat it anyway, then again every few minutes or so. Don't cover the pot once you put the pasta in our it will boil over, but you can clean up the mess in the morning.
5. Meanwhile, pour another glass of wine and feed the cat. When this glass of wine is half empty and you aren't worried so much about your finances, marriage, etc. it's time to make the sauce. You can hold onto the counter if you feel a bit off balance.
6. Saute the onion and garlic in the now hot fat, taking care not to make a big mess by splattering it everywhere. Also avoid starting a fire. When the onion is soft add the zucchini and broccoli and tomatoes and continue to cook until tender. Add the reserved bacon, black beans, parsley, and yogurt mixture to the pan, reduce the heat and continue to cook until heated through.
7. Check the pasta, which you should have been stirring all along. It should be AL DENTE, named after a song and dance man from the 1930s, I think, but I'm not sure.
8. Finish that glass of wine and pour another. If you can get through the second glass the third is always easier. Set the table. If you are only one person you can eat on the floor in front of the TV.
9. Drain the pasta, add it back to its pot, then stir the veggies and sauce into it. Serve hot topped with fresh black pepper and parmesan cheese. And salt.
10. Eat half of what you made, including the whole garlic clove that you should have fished out of the sauce. Finish your wine, stack up the dirty dishes, and put the leftovers away (I wouldn't want you to forget).
11. Take the ibuprofen and get a big glass of water. Pass out, in bed if you can find your way. Wake up at 4:00 a.m. and go to the Y and then work all goddamn day.
12. Come home, drink the rest of the wine and eat all the remaining pasta dish. Don't forget to feed the cat. Do the dishes from last night and tonight, and clean up the mess on the stove. Go to bed and think about tomorrow's workout because you need it.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Body Language

If someone points their finger at their temple and swirls it around with respect to someone standing closeby that they hope isn't looking, do we all know what that means?

Just smile and nod if they do catch you gesturing. Acting friendly will keep the peace.

Last Sunday I almost swam headlong into a lady that got into my lap lane in the pool without letting me know first. Of course I was swimming down the middle knowing damn well there was someone looking to share. When she finally made her way to the shallow end after her first lap I was ready to splurt about pool etiquette. I just HAD to explain about letting the other swimmer/s know when you want to share, but it was VERY clear she didn't have a clue what I was saying. Totally Japanese or something and new to the Y but I was MAD. So I started gesticulating to make my point - I was MAD at the almost accident, and what did she do? She just smiled and nodded at me. Maybe, yes maybe, I'm the crazy??? Probably. Intolerant middle aged white bitch with an attitude. She probably interpreted my splurt as "Hi I'm going through menapause is it OK if I freak out Let's share."

TEST QUESTIONS

If I'm standing there looking patient while you frantically lift weights 2 inches from the mirror, do you know what that means?

YES, it means you are in the way. MOVE.

If you are driving 40 miles an hour through the stop sign in the parking lot and, as a pedestrian, I stop in the middle of the road to glare at you do you know what that means?

YES, Einstein, you are driving way too fucking fast in the parking lot.

If I fuss with my shuffle while you try to talk to me and I say HUH and still don't engage in conversation, do you know what that means?

YES, I'm in a bad mood or technologically challenged and I don't wanna chitchat.

If I stand on one foot with my head cocked to the side and jump up and down a few times, do we all know what that means?

YES, it means I have water in my ear.

Brilliant. It's subtle, but reading small gestures can hold great meaning.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Eating Bugs

If there is anything that may, just may, make me keep my big mouth shut, it's the risk of eating bugs.

Not the deep fried crunchy grasshoppers that they feature on Bizarre Foods. Those, I'm sure, are just delicious. No, I mean the small, sticky little clouds of black gnats that swarm in summer just as the sun is rising.

On Tuesday I did the loop from the Y. It smelled beautiful. SugaCube agreed. It was barely dawn, there was a soft breeze, and I was Rambo as I took off into the soft morning light. Little black bugs were also out for their morning workout, many of them not so serious about it so they hitched a ride on me, and in me, instead.

I returned, hot, happy and covered with about 100 gnats. I felt great. I looked like shit. I quickly retreated into the locker room to clean up and cool down before my workout.

OK just for a bit of diversion, when I got back to the Y that morning J.B.F. was just arriving at the desk. Little Sweetums said to her "You look like you just got out of bed," to which J.B.F. said "That'll happen". Her hair was PERFECTLY mussed up and all over the place. I'm betting she'd spent well over an hour doing it up so she would look impeccably dishevelled. Oh pal-eeeeeeeeeeeze! Why the hell didn't she just go out for a run??? Works for me.

Back to my point about the bugs. What flippped me out when I got upstairs were all the folks running on the treadmills. It was 50 degrees and sunny outside! I said as much to The Brown Bear. Apparently I had not learned my lesson about the bugs. Of course I didn't KNOW he had just finished a run on the treadmill (though I pretended I did - why do I do that?). I'm an idiot. I felt like I had just sucked in another gnat.

So I will try to learn from the bugs. Next time I'm about to splurt out an opinion, which is often (in case you didn't notice), I will think about how disgusting it is to eat bugs, and I will attempt to put a lid on it for at least 10 seconds, which is about when the next stupid comment comes to mind.

It's another day at the Y and it gets pretty boring after a while. If you think I'm working out, focused and all that shit, please note what I'm REALLY doing is watching everyone around me and having fun in my head at their expense.

The best part is sharing it with you guys.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Forecast

The forecast this week was rain, followed by heavy rain, with a chance of rain in the evening, perhaps thunderstorms overnight and the possibility of showers in the a.m.

The plants better freakin' appreciate it.

In case you didn't know, the end of the world was yesterday. It is apparent, since I'm sitting at my PC, that I was one of the ones left behind, along with everyone I know, to suffer until October, when, I assume, the rain will finally stop and we will all die from being moldy, or from zombie attacks (I'm not kidding! There is official information about what to do if that happens from the Center for Disease Control at http://emergency.cdc.gov/socialmedia/zombies_blog.asp - this is VERY useful!).

So between the weather forecast and the coming apocalypse I've been drinking more, but I have also spent more time at the Y than usual. Me and everyone else who is tired of or avoiding getting soaked in the rain; it's been rather busier than it should be at this time of year, excepting the triathalon wanna be's. I read this week that the average minutes more exercise per week that a heavy drinker gets than a non-drinker is 21. I'd say that's exactly correct! It's going to be an expensive next five months until we all die.

But hey, once you're in a routine (exercise, work, go home and drink, pass out, get up, exercise, work, go home and drink, etc.) it's hard to shake, even though I know I should be planning for being permanently, rather than temporarily, oblivious.

So on Thursday morning the weather looked promising to run outside: 60 degrees, no wind, birdies singing. It didn't look like rain (albeit it WAS 4:30 a.m. and I couldn't see a thing, and I didn't spot any zombies either). So I'm all set to go (with my outdoor sneakers on and matching shirt and socks and bra and hairtie) and half way to the Y the skies opened up and it was POURING. There I was back on the dreadmill, heart attack alarms going off the entire time.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

On Friday I decided to brave the predictions and go for a run after work (when, I know now, I should have already been home drinking). Do you remember Friday at 5:00????? It was nice in the afternoon. There was a big yellow thing in the sky for a short while - I didn't know what it was but it sure was warm and pretty. It was there when I started, and then there was some light rain that felt really sweet, but then the sky got darker and darker, and I thought "I should turn back but hey I'm already wet since now it's really raining" so I kept on going. I guess I couldn't hear the boomers because my music was turned up to 11 oops was that? Yes! uh oh - lightening. I GOT DRENCHED. But it was kind of fun and crazy at the same time. Why wait 'til October?

They are promising us new dreadmills in September, ones that have programs and videos and stuff to vary your workout (which, for a dreadmill, shouldn't be hard to design). I wonder if the choices will include "running in the rain", or "running from zombies,"? I hope they have sound effects, and that by then I have a plan for whatever comes next.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Grim Reaper

BEWARE! TAKE HEED! Confess your faults! Do someone a good turn! The Grim Reaper was in the Fitness Center on Friday. I warned Mr. J. It was very weird and I wondered who the Reap was there for. I guess it wasn't me because I'm still here to blog about it.

No one I know seems to be missing. Maybe he was just working out.

If you see him - please give him lots of room. The most telling feature is his black sweat pants and black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head to hide the fact that he is a ghoul. The glasses hide empty eye sockets. I didn't see his scythe, but I assume he kept that safe in a locker.

When Phat Stuff tried pushing me to rally my friends to walk for hospice care next month it was everything I could do to not shiver. Did she know about the Grim Reaper too? I told Little Bug that Phat obviously had me confused with someone who actually gives a shit, but I confess now I'm feeling just a bit nervous .

I admit I have more than my fair share of faults, and I'm sure you all could assign me a few more I should really know about. I don't think it's true that you know yourself better than anyone else does. I admit I DO need to work on my bad 'tude. Today, during my workout, to keep what few friends I have, and to keep the Reap at bay, I did my best to not get pissed at the fact that it's pouring rain and my Sunday plans are spoiled and I don't have an excuse not to clean my house but I'm figuring my time is almost up so what's the point isn't there something FUN to do instead? (which there ALWAYS is!)

Real friends will tell you what your problems are. Best friends will listen to your problems. Y friends are good for pointing out other people's problems. Did Boob Job also get hair extensions? Why does J.B.F. follow her around like a lost puppy?? Did Shiny Man once wear a toupee???

Say what you will, just watch out for the guy in black.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Running Outside

Running outside on a cold spring morning before the sun rises rocks. You hot flash and get superchilled at the same time so everything evens out. No one can see you struggling, or your wrinkles, so you can believe for 45 minutes that you are totally jacked.

Cookie and I have had two early morning "running" dates recently (on the first I was still recovering from bronchitis, hence the quotation marks). I'm pretty sure on both occasions she got a kink in her neck looking over her shoulder back at me, but I'm getting stronger. Going with a friend who is in way better condition than I'll ever be is both a challenge and an inspriation. I appreciate her putting up with me. I appreciate that ANYONE puts up with me.

There is something to knowing others are watching you. My form and pace improve if I know a car, or other runners, or a turtle are passing me. I do the same thing at work. I walk up to the third floor and if there are people in the conference room at the top of the landing I run up the last few steps like "hey no problem". This is called "training" - pushing yourself at the end of the race. Actually, I know for certain this is really just showing off.

Running outside before dawn is also a better/harder workout than running on the treadmill because you have to deal with things like hills and drainage grates and road debris and traffic and breathing in bugs and frozen snot and rain and wind and the fact that it's still dark out so you can't see a fucking thing. Who ever said exercise was boring???

I like to run on the Mohawk Trail. For a couple of years now I would start at the parking lot by the old train station and plod down to the Evil Hill by GE and back again. When I die I had planned to donate funds for a water fountain at the foot of the Evil Hill, halfway through the run, because I was dying for a drink of water at this point and, unlike a treadmill, I did not have a water bottle conveniently at hand. Ah, but I am SO brilliant (and hence now with more money to spend while I'm still alive). One day last summer the train station parking lot was full - some kind of stupid event - so I parked instead at Lock 7, about a quarter of the way down the run. I ran to the base of the Evil Hill. I headed back towards the train station and HEY I'M NOW AT THE HALF WAY POINT AND MY CAR IS THERE I CAN HAVE A DRINK OF WATER AND CONTINUE ON. An ephiphany for sure. Where is my brain when I need it?

Running outside has the added benefits of fresh air, baby cows at the Crossings in Colonie, deer eating tulips in your neighbors yard, beautiful spring colors, and the freedom to fart and spit without disturbing the fat man on the next treadmill.

I love spring, don't you???

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Damned Alarms

I hate alarms but waking up without one at 4:00 a.m. ain't ever going to happen in my lifetime. The only alternative I have found to being at the Y when it opens is to wake up at 2:00 and not be able to get back to sleep.

On Tuesday I needed to get to work early so I hit the pool right at 5:00 a.m. First the radio goes on. Then I forget to turn off the little battery back up alarm clock on my side table so it starts beeping when I'm in the loo. The coffee pot starts beeping. I hit the button to open my car doors and the panic alarm goes off in the garage and I don't know how to turn it off. An alarm goes off in my head and I check and sure enough I have clothes but no underwear or shoes. I suck back my decaf and fly out of the house just as Bob the cat alarm starts wailing at the top of the stairs again.

I did my 2 miles in the pool by 6:45. JUST as I turned the water off in the shower the fire alarm went off. What about lotion, deoderant, cream, combing my hair, underwear, perfume, Q-tip, makeup, pants, shirt, bra, shoes, glasses????? I flew out of there as fast as I could considering all the gear I carry around with me. Yesm', even wearing underwear. I was very put out until I saw about a dozen or more wet, cheerless, exceptionally white swimmers standing in the lobby. I felt lucky. If I hadn't of skipped the hot tub I'd be there with them.

I awoke Thursday morning to the National Weather Service warning of tornadoes in Herkimer County, with storms moving our way. I wondered if all the normal people that aren't awake at 4:00 a.m. with the radio or TV on were going to get flattened. For once I was glad to be going to the cinder block closet at the Y we call the Spinning Room. Mom spent the better part of her evening the night before in her bathroom with the dog as Alabama got hit by some of the worst tornadoes in a century. They were lucky too - no damage, no one they know was hurt. I suppose alarms can be a good thing.

When you miss seeing someone you love at the Y for more than a few days and they are usually there every day an alarm goes off. I finally saw TBB yesterday morning. She hadn't been at the gym because she was in a head-on car wreck Monday night. OMG. She's OK, but still pretty beat up. I'll bet it takes alot of courage for her to drive anywhere right now. I was SO glad to see her. Next time it's Drive Like An Asshole Friday please, everyone, turn on your Asshole Alarms and be extra careful.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Zombies at the Y

I've been found out. The Womanizer heard about my blog and wanted to know what his pool name was, so I told him.

When asked, I told him the tag was because he was cut and cute (of course, I was trying not to look mortified at the same time; good thing I was still flushed from a spinning trip with my new blond boyfriend). But he wants a new name! OK OK so from now on, since I Have the Power, he will forevermore be The Incredible Hunk. He usually ends up swimming with Wonder Woman. I'm glad we have superpowers at the Y.

This is why: I think Poison Ivy is a zombie. She caught me in the locker room this morning. I quickly looked around for a weapon of some sort, something I could use to defend myself. All I had in my little yellow bag was a comb, lip gloss, weight lifting gloves, extra hair thingies and some chewing gum. NOTE: Never trust anyone who has to turn their whole body to look at you.

The weather has been shit all week - raining, or windy, or both. I got caught in the rain on Monday night, out at the Crossings trying to get in a run since I was dead tired that morning and stayed in bed. But I remembered my Monte Python and the killer rabbit. Run Away! Run Away! I picked up the pace. I was soaked at the end, but safe. And I feel better now if I DO run into more zombies at the Y that I can get away, or get a superpower to help out.

If turn up the volume on my shuffle I can also hope the zombies simply lurch away instead of eating my librarian brains for morning snack. I would probably deserve it.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Breathe Deep and Count to 50

This is the 50th Gym Junkie blog. Cool. I read through some of the older posts and the newer ones are just as lame as the older ones. At least I'm consistent.

OK this week I want to review Holding My Temper. I used to tell a witch that once worked for me "Breathe deep and count to 10" to remind her not to lose it over stupid things. I think, in my case, I need to count to 50, holding my breath the whole time, so I don't pop like I did in the pool yesterday.

Curry is a nimwit. He alternates spastic dog paddle with back sprawl, hitting out in all directions. Last week I had to tell him twice to move over (he was sprawling close to the line in the next lane, right next to me, even though there was no one in the lane with him). He kicked me, hit me and "accidentally" touched me almost every time I passed him. I was ready to pop him one "accidentally". I proceeded through my swim kicking extra hard and making big splashes for effect.

So yesterday the pool was busy, but Little Bug and I happily shared a lane with Lover Boy. I was the slowest of the three as we circle swam, but I was feeling great. Until Lover Boy left and Curry decided, when they closed his lane, to move in with me and the Bug. I popped. I said outright to his fat face that I wouldn't swim with him, he couldn't swim, he was too slow, and to choose another lane. Then the pool director came over to insist. So I told her, again, that he was too slow, that ours had been the only lane circle swimming all morning, and to GO AWAY. I swam off into the sunset, pissed at being interuppted in my workout twice now by a dork who, I must insist, has no business trying to circle swim with anyone until he figures out (or the lifeguards explain to him) How It Works.

I will shun him. I wish this cold wasn't past me because I'd like to spit, too.

I still feel crummy about Losing It, even though the guy is almost as inconsiderate as me. But I AM the pool bitch, FYI. So I'm not saying I'm sorry.

On a friendly note, I have a new boyfriend, which totally smooths the day if I think again about Curry the Nimwit. My new man is blond, very cut, young, and he wears tight fitting bicycle shorts. When he smiles at me I note he has perfect teeth. We went on a bike ride together. He was very encouraging. He had some good suggestions for my form, pushed me through the workout, and even reminded me to drink water. Near the end he thanked me for riding with him. Just as I tried to ask him up to my place for a couple of REAL drinks the program ended! I'll have to stop by next week to see if he'll still ride with me.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17...(suck air). Oh well. There, I feel better already. At least for now.

Happy 50!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

As Seen on TV

I've been off work and the Y for a week with a really bad cold. During this delerious and strange time spent at home, camped out in front of my TV, I've learned many, many useful things. I thought I'd share a few with you:

  • You should buy term life insurance because some day you are going to die (no questions asked)

  • Cialis should not be taken if you drink substantial amounts of alcohol (which is probably why you are taking Cialis in the first place, you yutz!)

  • Crunchy Nut cereal is fun and tasty so you should buy it! (FYI, according to the NY Times, this new cereal is 35.5% sugars by weight, compared to Chips Ahoy cookies, which are 31.3% sugars by weight...)

  • There are animals out there wearing FAKE EARS pretending to be the Easter Bunny (I am not sure why)

  • Kettleball is just a stupid ball with a handle (in case you wondered about dropping that $100 fee for the class at the Y that does not include a kettleball)


Daytime TV sucks.


So I turn off the tube and doze, cough, snort, hork, and then make another cup of tea, just for fun. That's when I get to read another Salada teabag saying. "Edison thought a watt about electricity." HA HA HA!


Where's the clicker????????????


I'm doing better. I think my delicate sense of humor is returning. Wonder Woman asked me yesterday how I did my first day back in the water. I told her that unlike being in the fitness center, if you have to spit in the pool no one will know.


I missed you guys. It's nice to be getting back on my feet again.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Color My World

I just returned from a short (I hate that word) visit to Alabama to visit my parents. No, I am not from there, which you may have figured out from my accent.

The K-12 there have been on spring break this week, even though spring doesn't officially start until tomorrow. Then again, in Alabama it feels like spring. There are these funny things, ideas, that I think I remember are called "colors".

Allow me to give you a few examples:

Yellow: Daffodils!
  • Not like the faded plum sized bruise on my arm which is kind of a gross pale yellow now, but a real bright happy sunny yellow that just makes you want to pick out of the neighbors yard.
Red: Tulips!
  • Not the icky red of the burn on my left arm that I managed to create by burning myself taking crab cakes out of the oven. (The list of injuries may indicate an interest in red wine)

Green: Grass!

  • Not the bright emerald green of a tacky plastic hat worn on St. Patrick's day.

Blue: Sky!

  • Not pool water.

White: Pear blossoms!

  • Brighter and whiter even than my winter legs, the cat hair on my black winter coat, or my gray hair (which I colored two weeks ago - did anyone notice???).
Back in Albany: at least the snow is retreating. But the world here is still brown and gray and windswept and smells like thawing dog shit as a winters worth of littering reveals itself. But I can tell it's spring because I work on a college campus. It think some of these kids ain't just been holdin' hands lately, but maybe I'm just jealous.

My spring was great. It was loverly to get a dose of warm weather and sunshine, to run outside, to sit on the porch and drink a cold glass of wine, to take in the sun and the flowers and the colors. It's coming folks: NY spring should be here anytime in the next few months, minus at least a bit more snow and sleet and hail.

Monday, March 7, 2011

I’m tired of pretending like I’m not special. I’m tired of pretending like I’m not bitchin’, a total freakin’ rock star from Mars.

Charlie Sheen is in the news. Who cares.

When I wake up I'm just another nameless middle class white woman pushing 50 complaining about hot flashes with wrinkled PJs and a bag of cat shit to put in the trash on my way out the door. But, and this is so cool - my key is in the ignition, I hit the road, it's 4:45, I'm off to the Y, and by the time I pull into the parking lot I'm younger, stronger, determined, proud, littler and bitchier. I turn into S.L.B. I'm rockin' and ready to save the world!

No one knows my Secret Identity. I push it, 2 or 3 hours working out. I feel great. I cool down and shower and dress and dry and style and I go to Do My Face and whoooooa! Who is that old lady looking back at me in the mirror??? She looks like a freakin' librarian! Good. I'll have them all fooled. This is really just a disguise. I quietly enter the workforce.

The Roadrunner and I finally exchanged first names this week. This is the first step to revealing our Secret Identities. Her comment was, that after a while, Y groupies become like family. I corrected her: we are more like fly by night lovers because we never know a last name. She laughed but I didn't get her phone number.

Foxy Roxy finally got her Pool Name. She kept trying to get me to giggle in Pilates while I was lying on my back, trying to balance a stability ball on the bottom of my feet. I made it look easy, but what she doesn't know is that I have a secret superpower: sweaty sticky socks.

Sadly, by 5:00 pm, M-F, all the magic has worn off. I am finally revealed. OH MY GOD, I AM A LIBRARIAN. I am shorter, fatter, wrinkled, irritable, wearing glasses with a string attached, and I need a drink. The only competition here is to be the quietest and the oldest.

But there is always tomorrow morning, when the transformation will again turn me into S.L.B., and at least for now I don't have a bag of shit in my hand.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

No Resistance to Start

When you start your diet, again, in anticipation of Spring, and because your pants are too tight, there should be No Resistance to Start. You just have to start. It may take a few false starts, but finally you will get into the groove, trust me, and warm up. Think of it as the beginning of another spinning class. You will soon engage your quads, hammies, and butt, and eventually your brain, too, something I don't always know I have early in the morning.

Time to get into Zone 2: working at it but still comfortable. You must not let yourself get into that "Why Resist?" stage. Don't think of it as just another cookie. Face it: dieting is a drag. After several weeks of cheating, when the weight sneaks up two pounds instead of going down, you know you have to Turn Up the Resistance. Depending on how big or how long that hill is you know you have to pace yourself, but you have to tell yourself I CAN DO THIS. Even if it's 10 minutes into class and you are already cheating, remember at least you are finally on the right side of the road. While it is tempting to just get off the bike and walk up that hill you would look very silly doing so in a spinning class, but it has crossed my mind.

So look for the Path of Least Resistance:

  • Avoid eating out
  • Cut out the fat, the processed sugar, that second goblet of wine (and the third)
  • Don't buy Doritos
  • Don't finish the rest of the Valentine candy
  • Or the cheese
  • Don't buy Hot Cross buns in February
  • Skip the spaghetti, bread, cookies, and anything with the name Doodles in the product name
Why are some things just irresistible? Like popping someone with a snotty comment when you could just play nice. Wonder Woman got zinged by some bitch in the locker room today. Sometimes you just want to Say it Like It Is. Of course, you MUST RESIST. No sense causing any friction.

NOT. We're gonna stalk the bitch, because, the more members we can make Go Away the more room there will be in the pool! UGH, what am I saying!? Forming a Resistance would be unfriendly! How will I ever NOT be S.L.B. and finally deserve the name Pickle instead, which others have tried to assign me (knowing of course only I can assign a Pool Name)?

Enter Zone 3. On a roll and losing yours. Eating habits all good, S.L.B.'s advice about cutting calories considered. Got to bed without eating cookies after dinner. The Resistance is Way Up. You are dripping with sweat, out of breath, almost at the top of the hill, into Zone 4, holding it, looking forward to Recovery. You finish your water and feel good about yourself, finally down several pounds. Way to go! Now, let it go, because you refuse to let yourself go you are a winner. Stop worrying about the weight. Now just focus on the fun ride down the other side of the hill. And try not to stop for a bagel on your way to work.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

New Moves

There's nothing quite so special as learning a few New Moves. The next day something hurts and you're like Jesus that hurts! What did I do??? OH YEAH. I've got a NEW MOVE!!!

Now new moves are important for many reasons. Here are just a few:

1. They reinvigorate the workout because, by February, having been Inside working out for several months now, you are intensely bored and need to shakeup your routine or you will turn into one of those [men] who always do the Same Thing All The Time because they are really good at it (think "dips") and they think they look really hot doing it, it all the time.
2. There are muscles that have been part of your body all your life that you never knew existed that deserve to be found, including several that seem to be located in places that impact the way you walk, eat and breathe, which are essential, we know that, but you discover that you have probably been walking, eating and breathing with poor form all along because you haven't engaged All Necessary Parts in the process of living.
3. Your brain, if I understand correctly, is, in fact, part of your body (or is your body just an extension of your brain?), and also needs to be engaged, which is part of learning a New Move, for at least 10 minutes of every 120 minute workout just to be sure it is getting enough oxygen so you can engage in effective gossip sessions in the locker room before going to work and actually using it to do something called "work".

I hit the mats this morning and a small person, a child, maybe 10 years old or so, who, of course, probably thought I was 100, started copying my workout. So I gave her a few tips. She was very cute. I'm pretty sure she will Not Hurt Tomorrow, because she is Young, but then again, she could no way put her ass over her head, which I can (ha!) so she may in fact discover important anatomical features, like her butt, which may enlarge and become soft as the years progress unless she embraces exercise as part of a lifestyle that can include, among other things, Doritos, which I think are really very yummy.

Shovelling does not count as a New Move, FYI.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Hitting the Mats

Last Saturday the Y finally replaced the squishy mat with a nice firm one. No longer will we stalk the only good one there - there are now two to fight over. All was good until the clock fell off the wall.

On Monday the water in the pool had cooled down to a comfy 78 degrees or so - perfect for swimming laps. I did my first mile flat on that morning, no problemo - what a great way to start the day. All was good until some bobber complained; by Friday it was back up to 85.

I had a great workout this morning - an hour on the mats, an hour in spinning class with Dave the Power Monkey. All was good until I went to relax in the hot tub and it was filled with about 20 Japanese men, all yammering.

On Friday Peanut turned 23 again. There was a coffee party and a group card and everything. She was very happy. All was good until I realized I hadn't been included.

I lost a few pounds despite two stops this week for bagel fixes. All was good until I realized the scale was messed up again.

Time to hit the mats. All is good until it's Saturday morning and there's way too much traffic up and down the hall and that old guy on the mat next to me isn't doing anything except breathing heavily. I refuse to look. I wish I could hide.

I've been pretty wound up lately. My Mom's been sick, I'm not sleeping well, and this weekend hasn't turned out so hot here at home. Stefanaki asked me what I did today at the Y, and then he tells me that he does his ab workouts at home. Hmmmmm. Like I care. I prefer working out at the gym, but I had to think why that is.

There are days I'm really in a rut and it genuinely drives me nuts that everyone at the Y is so nice all the time. I will be doing crunches wishing someone will cross me just so I can dope slap them. I guess there are times when all is bad, until someone makes me laugh. That's why I'd rather hit the mats at the Y than at home: so I can giggle with Guitar Man, instead of thinking I should be empyting the dishwasher.

Feel the love. Happy Valentines Day, everyone! I hope they fix the clock soon.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snow Daze

OMG I missed going to the Y again today! Stupid weather. I still woke up at 4:00 a.m. That always sucks.

Where is that stoned out snow plow guy when you need him? I took the day off from the gym AND from work. But, hey! I could get my exercise shovelling!!!
  • Long johns, big socks, pants, turtleneck, sweater, underwear, bra, hat, scarf, gloves, boots.
  • Versus: sweatpants, sweatshirt, slippers.

Needless to say I've decided instead to just watch my husband clear the driveway. I have the house to myself for an hour or so. I thought I'd spend this time on my blog complaining about the weather.

I have it on good authority that if you want to know when it's going to snow to synch your workouts to when Mr. Sunshine is on the front desk. Every day he has had that morning shift since the beginning of January it has snowed. Please remember to ask him on your way into the gym what his work schedule is this month. It should freak him out nicely to know we're blogging about him behind his back.

Did the Y open at all today? If not it would be nice to know, since I'm still considering going this afternoon if the weather improves. Why have I given them my email address about 3 times? Do they know what email is??? I could call but that would be terribly analog of me, wouldn't you agree?

Soon I'll have another decaf with "cream" in it. Pass the "sugar". I might just enjoy this snow daze!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

What's Missing?

When my 30 pound gym bag feels light for some reason, I know there has to be a reason, even if at 5:00 a.m. my brain isn't registering jack. I've probably forgotten something, and it isn't a 1 oz bra.

Sharin' had that look on Thursday morning. Something's missing. Hmmmm. What could it be??? Damn damn damn - I could see it in her eyes. The towel! No towel?! Definitely one of the essentials, right up there with the swim suit (which actually shouldn't be a problem - I can swim without the suit, but the goggles and cap are essentails). So I gave her one of my towels (yes, I had two - doesn't everyone?). Having friends is cool.

Mona Lisa forgot a shirt so I offered her my extra (yes, I had an extra). She peered at me out of the corner of her eye, up and down, and said no way would MY shirt ever fit her. But I was there for her. I lent my flip flops to one of the life guards not that long ago. Her gym bag no doubt felt about 3 ounces too light when she took off for work that morning. She's shorter than I am, which is really really short, so they fit perfectly. She was very appreciative of the footwear, although we were sorry they didn't match her suit. Right now my suit, my goggles, the flip flops, and cap all match my Poland Spring water bottle. I'm a tough act to follow.

I found a cap in one of the shower stalls on Friday that some poor soul had left behind. I pity them finding themselves without a cap the next time they wanted to go for a swim. YES I returned it to the desk. I'm not sure if they put it in a Ziploc bag or not. I know how paranoid there are about cooties, until, of course, I see the dust and the schmutz in the corners everywhere. Puppy lost her Ipod under the elliptical machines a few weeks ago. The dirt underneath the machine was so thick we could probably make a new mat to stretch out on with it. Very gross. It never turned up so I'm assuming the aliens took it.

What's missing? About 30 pounds, that's what. The new hospital scale they bought for the Ladies Locker Room is already busted! It goes up to 350 pounds, so we're busy ticking off from our list who is that fat (plus) that they managed to break it. On Friday I got on, put the weight on 50 and started adding. I got to 80 pounds and it leveled off. I had a bagel to celebrate. I wonder if anyone would like to please steal THIS scale so they buy us another one.

What else is missing? Stitch. Grand Poobah has been in, doing his laps, but his wife wasn't around, so I asked if he made her wait in the car. He emphatically said NO, but I told him if he does to remember to crack the windows an inch. For an old dude he totally gets it. We had a nice case of giggles to start the day, which is always good.

I lost my gloves last week, found them again, lost one of them, found it in a parking lot. I hate missing stuff. We should all be more like Peanut. Whatever is going on in the world she has the peace of mind to float in the hot tub, all stretched out and relaxed without a care in the world. Gotta love it. Whatever is missing remember there is always the joy of solitude and a good float in a big warm tub of bubbling, cholinated water.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Doing Scales

What is it with women who sing in the shower at the gym? Haven't they noticed that they are not at home in the privacy of their own personal auditorium and that they are, in fact, tone deaf? Doing scales in the locker room may sound like a happy thing but it can be VERY annoying.

Man, the Y has been crowded these past two weeks. New members all full of themselves and their resolutions. As a prisoner on a spin bike I've had to listen to instructors tell us that the place is always busy this time of year (yuh think?), to call if you can't make a class (if I'm not there at 5:00 I am probably sound asleep, honey), and to be considerate of others and share equipment (fuck off I was here first). Wonder Woman, being one of our more alert Gym Junkies, reminded me that we have quite a few new members that need pool names. Today we had Pajama Jeans. Jewelry. Hairdo. Makeup. Pajama Jeans. I'm glad she has decided to start working out because she's fat.

Ascending: The Y actually spent money and bought a REAL doctor's office scale for the ladies locker room. The digital model was never stolen because it was a piece of crap. Hence, based on the new equipment, I gained three pounds instantly, and proceeded to descend into a state of mild despair. That same day, our new Thursday spinning instructor tried to make us happy saying that spring was only 67 days away: it's time to get fit for bathing suit season! I wanted to remind her that for those of us that swim, EVERY season is bathing suit season. NOTE: I swam in the outdoor pool in San Diego on January 7. Awesome.