Being Regular

Sure, there's nothing that feels quite as good as having a good shit, or being a good shit, but that's another blog altogether.

Today I want to explore the idea of being regular, or shall we say "being a regular", at the Y, in particular those of us who start our day there almost every day. We get up, get out, drive too fast in the dark, press our way in the front door, load our lockers, workout, shower, get ready for work, then commute to our respective paid positions without once coming to the realization that we actually did all that and didn't wake up. No, this lack of focus is not exactly getting us in shape for a swim across the English Channel, but still, we are "regular", which is a good thing.

Until something is amiss. And, as regulars, we notice the little things. We are a veritable fountain of useless knowledge about the way things work, should work, used to work, don't work, or never worked.

How many of you noticed, like Spinney, that the water cooler in the main hallway downstairs is alot warmer than the one upstairs??? How many of you ladies had a shower when you turned on the tap in sink #1 this week??? How many of you ladies stood in your own filth when shower stall #2 wasn't draining for a few days???

How many of you would like three lifeguards on the morning shift??? How many of you would like a vending machine for things you forgot, like deoderant or a razor??? How many of you think there should be blue emergency phones in the locker rooms??? How many of you think there should be informational posters in the fitness center on how to use the equipment???

How many of you remember when we could reposition the jets in the hot tub??? How many of you remember when the soap wasn't foamy??? How many of you remember when we could get hot water in the ladies shower stall #1??? How many of you would like candy bars in the vending machines in the lobby again???

Yes, I know, all this is little stuff and really stupid. The problem is we NOTICE, and unless WE TELL SOMEONE the powers that be may not know that things aren't working. So we must take it upon ourselves, as responsible members, to COMPLAIN/SUGGEST/INFORM/REQUEST/PROPOSE/RECOMMEND/ADVISE/BITCH (circle one), because chances are the irregulars won't and nothing would ever get done.

OK Lover Boy I admit I got a bit PISSED this morning when Coach closed down two of our lanes at 8:06 a.m. in the pool so the triathletes (most of which needed to lose 25 pounds, FYI, and they are NOT swimming the English Channel either) could do a practice run for next Sunday's indoor event. Coach tried to say they do this every Sunday but, as a Regular, I KNEW BETTER. What is so difficult about putting up a sign to inform the PAID MEMBERS that something is going to change that they may not like??? The place is so disorganized even the lifeguards didn't know what was going on (not that they do, as a rule). FYI, I like Backfloat Bob best when he takes up the cause.

So sometimes I'm a little shit that gets peeved by bullshit and even though Lover Boy says try not to give a shit I guess that's what makes him cool and me S.L.B. And thank you, Lover Boy, for swimming with Curry the Nitwit for me when they shut the lanes down. I appreciate it. I owe you 2 beers, at least, for that little favor.