I went to the gym closer to me then the one I was going to a few weeks back. Good choice. I could always join Good life literally 2 blocks down the street from me, but I have a few other gyms that I am checkin out right now, so I'll just continue to do my part contributing to global warming by driving 1/2 way across town.
My plan is to get a new bike for the spring. I am hoping that my friend agrees to custom build one for me....I saw one that he had built back awhile ago and just fell it love with it. He was raffeling it off for a turbo kick event that he held. I think it was the onr time in a long while that I clenched my fists together, looked up to the heavens and prayed..."please pick me.....please please pic me" It was actually quite pathetic and whiney...But I didn't care..... it was a dreamy bike... a white one....kinda like a "white stallion".... and I really wanted it.
Anyhoo....
I get to the gym this morning to see that there was a spinning class going on. It had only started like 10 min before so I thought I’d wander on in. The class was packed. I was gazing over the room to see if there were any empty bikes. Then all these people were like, “oh, there’s an empty bike over here! Over here!” Whoa….wait a minute. Why are these strangers being so nice to me!!? Were they trying to trick me? I’m a very suspicious person…Anyways so I proceed with caution to this area where supposedly there is this “extra bike.” I was happy at first…what a fine bike it was.
Then I go to adjust the seat. There is no stupid knob. No bloody, stupid, stinkin knob people!!! Just an ugly screw thing sticking out. This wouldn’t have been a problem if I was about 8 feet tall….it was conveniently stuck all the way up as high as it would go.
So I had another moment of rage…I threw my towel on the ground and balled up my fists….”I DON’T HAVE TO TAKE THIS FROM YOU SCRAWNY WEAKLINGS!!!!” Ok, ok…I didn't. But it was lookin like another day of 'mill for me. The good news is that the 'mills are on the outside of the cycling room, but you can still see inside the cycling room….which meant I could shoot dirty looks in there if I wanted to….
There was this one guy at the gym this morning....he kept staring at me......wherever I was......it seemed he was.…man, what a weirdo!!!…I could see him looking at me....it was freakish. All I could say to myself was "keep looking down....just keep looking down" I refused to let him catch me looking back...even if it was to let him know that I knew that he was looking at me. You know it was kinda like when your in your car...and you look over at the next car and the other person in the other car is looking at you, and you have to turn away, fumble with the volume controller, adjust your mirror...or whatever it is that people do when you are trying to pretend like you just didn't make eye contact.It just so happened that he was was in the spinning class this morning too, but luckily he wasn’t one of the trickers...…so I let him slide by me without giving him a knuckle sandwich!
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