Thursday, May 2, 2013

Endless Pointing and Laughing

I hate the gym. This is the very last time I'll need to step foot in one EVER. Twenty five more minutes of this treadmill will set me free from sweaty pits and unwelcome ogling. Not that I'm anything to be looking at for long. Though I did catch one lady checking out my panty line once. I couldn't tell if she was repulsed or if she was thinking about going with that look herself.

I think mostly it's the women who judge one another in a place like this. She's skinnier than me. I'm skinnier than that one over there, and that lady in the hot pink only shows up every other week. She's not going to get an A like that. She never tries anything more strenuous than those exercise bikes for old people. You know the ones. They have backs on them so you can lean back and read a book while you're getting your heart rate up.

Those are the ones I should be on. I've got plenty of reading to do, but the fat, old ladies are hogging up all the lazy bikes!

Our teacher isn't even here today. Her son had some silly graduation thing going on. Somehow that seems important, so I'm going to let her slide, just this once.

The girl next to me is trying to read this as I type it. I think she's scared I'm going to lose my balance and wipe out on this thing. Psh...she should have been here last week. It was HILARIOUS! (for everybody but me.)

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  1. And this is why I don't go to the gym. I run outside on a high traffic road so if by chance I know someone, they are flying by me at 55mph.

    Tony on the other hand LOVES the gym. It's all about the people watching.... and the bikes with the backs.

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    1. You're braver than I am. I'm terribly frightened of running.

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  2. The last time I was in a gym, I was nineteen. I almost got in a fight, but it wasn't my fault. Honest.

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    1. And with proper witnesses and notarized statements, I'll pretend to believe you.

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  3. I need to check into the new gym in town. The competition was too much for my sweaty guy gym. But the new one looks too shiny.

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    1. I'd just wait it out at the old gym. Sooner or later, all those guys will be attracted to all that shiny. Like moths to a flame...

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  4. There is some song that has a lyric, "The women dress up for each other..." So true. What a strange world of comparison we live in, eh? As if what your neighbor is eating actually changes the dinner on your plate.

    How in the hell can you type and treadmill at the same time?? I am in awe.

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    1. At 2.5 miles per hour, I can knit, type and paint a painting if the teacher's not there to stop me.

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  5. There are about 10 new Gyms in Farnborough, but I'm banned from them all. My amazingly toned body puts other men off joining (so I'm told by management) so I have done the grown up thing and 'given up the weights.' Curse this buff body *shakes fist at sky*

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    1. Thank you for your sacrifice, Dicky.

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  6. Wow Nessa, I admire your dedication to your blog - even when sweating in a gym you still write :)

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    1. Anything to pass the time. It is a dreadful hour.

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  7. I hate exercising in public. Exercise, like so many other things, is best done hiding on one's house, cowering in shame, the way God intended...

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    1. That made me laugh out loud in this library. I needed that so badly. I'm stressed out with finals.

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  8. It's interesting to see how women compete with each other to get as skinny and bony as possible. Men tend to like them somewhat more chubby. Don't worry about the gym. I guess you look great as you are >:)

    Cold As Heaven

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