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.