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.