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.