gym memoirs...

 I was such a good girl before Christmas, determined not to gain an ounce, I faithfully worked out twice a day, lovingly incorporating running, weights, yoga and pilates, loving every minute of it.
Then right around Christmas I dutifully noted how empty the gym was. Understandable, I presumed, with all of the commercial frenzy our society so eagerly creates. 
Then January 2nd I find I am standing in line to use the treadmills. Hmmm, how long is this gonna take for everyone to get over their New Years resolutions? I must know. So I'm sitting on a chair waiting for my turn when I suddenly sense disfunction coming around the bend. In walks a girl and her boyfriend. It already seemed in that instant that she had her eagles talons sunk into the poor boy. The girl and I lock eyes and I am stunned as she looks at me like she just saw the devil...huh? Is all I can possibly think at this point.
Then two treadmills are free and the girl and I walk up to them at the same time...she is literally glaring at me. Good times. Her lover of sorts is taking the bike behind us. He seemed to be living some half existence cast in the spell of his extremely possessive lover, and I'm telling you this girl was beautiful, blond, great body, truly nothing to fear in that department. So what's up with her? What turns someone like that into some sort of freak show.
Soon we're running away and she's literally cranking her poor neck the whole time trying to yell back to her lover to keep his eyes on her. Can this truly be real? I must be dreaming, but no it would appear real, albeit unbelievable.
Later we are all on the mats and as I stand up the poor guy inadvertently looks at me. The blond takes a quick step towards him and CLAPS HER HANDS AT HIM. Clap, clap, clap, right in his face...ahahaha - in some sort of disciplinary action for looking my way. Thought I'd seen it all. Well bless their souls and I hope they figure it all out soon.
Fortunately for me, I haven't seen them since and can work out in peace. Tonight, leaving me with the run of my life...I was so pleased. There's just something about turning up the ipod, letting loose and letting brilliant men sing, scream and cuss brilliant things in your ears, phew.
I did wonder tonight about that poor couple. Was that the first time she had let him out in a long time. Does she tell him how many peas he can eat for supper?  Does that please him silly?? Maybe we are just all weird in our own way. But this certainly took the cake in my gym memoirs.

with care,

 Karla 

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