Pool Time

It’s a cold rainy day in Cali. I figured my 3:30 a.m. gym time would be a quiet and relaxing one, since I’d be working-out in the pool. BUT I guess “the kids” are on vacay or something cause there was a few rug-rats present in all their hyperactive selves. Yeah, flips in the pool are not very kind to those around you. I’m surprised there was any water left in the pool…seriously! AND, no parents in site. I guess it would have been really awkward for “boys” their age to be accompanied by a chaperone. Their age and facial hair might be a sign of them being adults, cause their actions and manners were far from civil 8-/

Then there is the issue with wearing ankle high socks with…drum roll please…flip flops! Yes, I can hear you gasping, too. Some fashion statements are just not for the faint at heart.

And, the butt-crack issue continues…I just don’t get it.

The gym saga continues…stay tuned for more πŸ˜‰

Monday Musings

The beginning of a new week. Fresh, clean, ready to take on the world! “What will this week bring”, I ask. With energy and stamina after an “off day”, I head to the gym. Oh, Gymboland, you never disappoint with your many side shows and aggravations. It’s usual locker room antics, with it’s noises and views. The selfie station in front of the mirror. The “I own this whole row” spread and the mad-dog faces wanting to look mean and tough. I sometimes wonder if “we” ever left high school? (Gym RantΒ , Another Gym Rant, Inquiring Mind)

California’s weather is changing and with it lots of coughs and sniffles. Would it be rude to carry a disinfectant spray? People simply do not know how to cover their cough and sneezes. Then you have people with open mouth breathing…goodness! Why?!?!

Nonetheless, got it done! Endorphins flowing to the brain. Ready for the day. Here’s hoping for a “balanced”, productive day πŸ˜€

Another Gym Rant

Morning y’all! My brain is doing better, thank you very much. So hot off the “presses” I bring you anotherΒ Gym Rant. Gymboland is always a reliable source for writing material and extreme frustration for this “on-the-edge-girl”. But, hey, it could be worse…or could it?

Having stayed up past my bedtime, I ended up going a little later than usual to the gym. I thought “common sense” was lacking in the 3:00 am crowd, don’t know, maybe not enough sleep? Nope, I was wrong, common sense is NON-EXISTENT!

Questions, questions, questions…

To the lady sitting on the hip abductor (for at least 30 minutes) watching her telenovela, I’d ask, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your warm casita, sipping a delicious cup of hot cafecito while you enjoy your telenovela on your big screen TV?” “Girl, but you are rocking that “on-point” gym outfit, so I guess you had to show it off.Β  Can you, maybe, walk around, yes?!?!”

To the cute young lady who jumped around for 15 minutes, then slept for an hour on that uncomfortable chair, I’d say, “I think your comfy bed would give you more spinal support. You might need a chiropractor appointment after that twisted nap.”

To the half naked lady (in the sauna) who slithered her way by me, and behind me with absolutely no respect for my personal space and my things, I’d ask, “Did you really just do that? Did you see me? Did you see my things? Do you care?” Nope! “All you cared for was laying yo-neked-bod-on-someone-else’s-spot!”

To the lady washing herself at the sink (yes…yes), I’d say, “Girl, you know there’s showers right behind you? It might be faster and easier, no se…just sayin!” 8-0

Oh, and I think I’ll carry a wad of tissues cause all that “slurping” is just not cool. Still working out the logistics as to how to “cordially” hand them out, though. Might need to work on a good plan for this…hehe!

Yes, folks, Gymboland – the happiest place on earth – has lived up to it’s name. Never a dull moment in this place, and guess what? You don’t even need an E-Ticket πŸ˜‰

Putrid Smell

Plan in place. Expectations high. That room held much promise. Walking in she was assaulted by the violence of a title wave. A cascade that enveloped every part of her being by a putrid stench that filled that room. She pushed through, resolved to fulfill her plan. Watery eyes and burning nostrils would not deter her. The nausea would subside, soon; she hoped, cause there was a plan and it needed to be fulfilled.

A round opening was the source of this deadly gas. No promise of it closing any time soon, it oozed and oozed…at times whizzing. Can he be gone already…PLEASE! Nope, another deep breath in preparation for another wave of “assault” on the senses. And, so it went on…and on…and on.

The torturous assault is finally over. Time is up. Until the next time.

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Folks, I am back at the sauna. Yes, I’m a sucker for punishment πŸ˜‰

I love garlic in a yummy pasta dish, garlic toast, etc. It makes for a flavorful mouthful of yumminess. However, smelling digested garlic, well, it just isn’t a favorite past time. Let’s face it, the sauna has many funky odors, however, this one just blew me out of the water. I’m thinking that on my next “adventure” I’ll bring something to offset that horrid assault on my nostrils. We will see…

Inquiring Mind

Inquiring minds want to know…I have questions…lots of questions.

I’m thinking that maybe my next “project” will be a “Gym Etiquette Manual”…ha!ha! Not really, but that might not be a bad idea.

To the man who wears only a towel to the steam room – why? Seriously, why? Working out with long pants (pajama bottoms), long sleeve shirt (thermal) and your head and part of your face covered, but you shed it all for the steam room. You do know this is a co-ed gym, yes? You do know that towel doesn’t cover you while you are doing karate kicks?

To the man that wears only long john underpants to the sauna – just not sure what to ask, but that image hurts my eyes 8-\

I don’t know about you, but “if” I have a (clears throat) wedgy, I yank that puppy out promptly cause, well, that’s just what you do. Not this other guy! Does he know? Should I tell him?

So I thought only plumbers aired out their crack. Well, I was wrong…oh, so wrong!!!

To the efficient, new male employee, ummm, coming out of the shower (in the women’s lockers/showers) to find you there just doesn’t sit well with me. Not sure if you read the memo. Not sure this is proper etiquette…just sayin!

Enough inquiries for today. I think I’ll go work on my first draft of that manual πŸ˜‰

Gym Rant

Ready for another gym rant, I mean “post”?

As I’ve mentioned before, I go to the gym early to avoid people, noises…ha!ha! pretty much everything. However, for some reason, “stupidity” follows me 8-\

Remember the locker room? (Not A Robot)? Yeah, it continues. This time I got to see the perpetrator face-to-face! So, I’m done with my workout. Heading toward my locker I see someone standing right by it with her stuff all over the place (typical). I think, “when she sees me heading that way she will move aside” — ha!ha! that would be the right thing to do, but NOT for mua! She turns away from me as if she didn’t see me. I clear my throat…I’m standing right next to her…she ignores me! Her locker door is totally blocking mine. I say, “excuse me”, nothing! I clear my throat again and ask if I can get to my locker. NOTHING!!! I gently grab her locker door and move it so that I can get into my locker, slide myself in and get my stuff and move to another locker (you would have been proud of me). She doesn’t even say a peep! People, just know, I am NOT a very patient and kind person. It seriously took a lot of self-control for me not to…well…I’ll just let you imagine it. She better be thankful that she wasn’t dealing with “La Sleepy from the Hood” cause things would have gotten ugly.Β  This post would not be a rant from my living room, but a rant from a four-by-four room with me wearing a fashionable “orange-suite-with-a-number”…just sayin!

Remember the bathroom? (Not A Robot) So, add to what I told you this – there is this lady that puts all her things on this particular treadmill (cause there’s not 10 other treadmills to use…ha!ha!). She goes to the bathroom and “sits” for like 30 minutes listening to music and doing her thang. Today, her music was loud as can be. I’m guessing it was to drown out the “music” she was making. All I have to say is, the music was not drowning out the “sounds” from the rest of us :-/

And, we have the parking lot. Folks, this gym is big, so the parking lot is huge. When I get there I park close to the door because it’s still dark outside and because there’s only like 5 cars on the lot and because I want to. When I leave, it’s still early and there are still plenty of parking spaces. Would you believe it if I told you that I’ve been honked at and blasted with high beams because I’m not quick enough to move out of the parking space?Β  Yup, I have. People, people!!! Maybe, just maybe, if they parked further they’d get more steps for their fit-bit…just sayin!

Ok, so I’m laughing now! Silver lining is, when the writing juices aren’t flowing, there’s always something to write “from the gym”…he!he!

 

Not A Robot

Because life is real and things happen…today I will deviate from my six word story post.

Also, you know those boxes one is asked to fill out to prove that you are “not a robot”? Well, this is my take on “showing” you that I am not a robot πŸ˜‰

Part of my self-care includes going to the gym (I think you’ve gathered that by now). Depending on how my body is behaving, I will do what I can, always changing and modifying routines. Now with the added emotional turmoil, I go as early as I can to “avoid” a crowd and all the issues that come with it. HOWEVER, I’m finding that doesn’t always do the trick. Let me take you on a tour of some of the things that, well, just get me…grrrrrrr!

  • An empty locker room. I pick my locker in a corner. Someone, invariably, will come and take the locker RIGHT NEXT to mine! Did I say it’s an empty locker room?! The choices are endless. Oh, and she gets upset because I am in “her space” (where’s the angry emoji?).
  • An empty bathroom with two aisles of empty stalls. I go in AND you guessed it, someone just came in to the stall RIGHT NEXT to mine! Why?! Why?!
  • The yoga room. It’s empty because the classes are held during the day. I place my mat, take off my shoes, sit…yes! Breath…slow down…breath…NO!!!!!! Someone comes in and decides they will do kung-fu-fighting (just kidding, not sure what he is doing). His jumping, kicking, grunting, throwing a ball at the wall, more grunting. “Ummmm, did he not read the sign on the door?” Goodness!
  • The pool. I’m alone. I’m floating. Relaxing. Stretching. “Yes, this is good!” SPLASH!!! “What was that?” Oh, it’s a swimmer on “speed”. He stops and proceeds to do a “Tarzan scream” (don’t know how else to describe it). “What in the world is he doing?”

Just to clarify, this was not all in one day, and I have more, but I’ll stop for now cause I’m getting anxious just typing this πŸ˜€

3am workouts don’t seem to be avoiding the “people issues”…maybe a midnight workout, hummm…maybe? or maybe if I was a real “robot”?

Am I alone in this? Do you have “people issues”?