Determined to get an early start on my day, I rolled into the gym this morning and headed for the elliptical machine. I went through the usual sanitizing of the handles, and grabbed a towel, and…no water. I can’t exercise without water. Where’s Squid? He’s supposed to have the water on the shelf in the morning. A man on a treadmill had taken the only bottle. So, I trot off to the front desk and ask where Squid might be. Mr. Madison informs
him he’s needed. I’m greeted with, “Dinosaur.”
“Yeah, well there’s no water, and I need at least one bottle if you don’t have time to refill the shelf.”
“I’ll be there in two minutes,” he promises.
I started warming up while I was waiting for him. I got warmed up, still no Squid. I moved on to the weight machine. I was only able to use the top pulley system of weights. Someone before me had replaced one of the handles on the lower set with a body sling do-hickey, and I couldn’t figure out how to change it back to the hand pull that belongs there. Man, I hate it when folks (read men) go in there and change stuff around, and then don’t put it back like they found it. Some of us (read women) don’t know how to correct their changes, nor can we lift heavy equipment they’ve left strewn all about to get it out of
our way. I looked all over the machine for an Allen wrench to make the change, and there wasn’t any. How did they do it?
I trot back to Mr. Madison who returns with me to see if he can figure it out. Nope, and he’s got a weight machine at home. Apparently, he doesn’t have to share his with inconsiderate jocks. I asked him to put in a report with maintenance, and to just not tell Super Lion who it was that had the problem. Super Lion and I are like oil and water, but you didn’t hear that from me. Yes, you did, because it’s true.
Finally, Squid shows up with my water, and I can now get on the elliptical machine. I’m listening to J Lo, dancing in my minds eye, and moving my arms to the beat. Now of course I have to breathe. I also have to exhale. I’ve been told to whoosh out on the exhale to get rid of toxins. This is true. Next thing I know, Squid is making these weird sounds and imitating my arm movements. “WHAT?” I said. He’s laughing. Apparently my exhaling is too loud. Well, who could hear it with ear buds in?
This afternoon I found out why Peeping Tom’s baggage cost me so much to check in. The little bugger had stuffed it with hooch. I’m going to break his other wing when I get him.
him he’s needed. I’m greeted with, “Dinosaur.”
“Yeah, well there’s no water, and I need at least one bottle if you don’t have time to refill the shelf.”
“I’ll be there in two minutes,” he promises.
I started warming up while I was waiting for him. I got warmed up, still no Squid. I moved on to the weight machine. I was only able to use the top pulley system of weights. Someone before me had replaced one of the handles on the lower set with a body sling do-hickey, and I couldn’t figure out how to change it back to the hand pull that belongs there. Man, I hate it when folks (read men) go in there and change stuff around, and then don’t put it back like they found it. Some of us (read women) don’t know how to correct their changes, nor can we lift heavy equipment they’ve left strewn all about to get it out of
our way. I looked all over the machine for an Allen wrench to make the change, and there wasn’t any. How did they do it?
I trot back to Mr. Madison who returns with me to see if he can figure it out. Nope, and he’s got a weight machine at home. Apparently, he doesn’t have to share his with inconsiderate jocks. I asked him to put in a report with maintenance, and to just not tell Super Lion who it was that had the problem. Super Lion and I are like oil and water, but you didn’t hear that from me. Yes, you did, because it’s true.
Finally, Squid shows up with my water, and I can now get on the elliptical machine. I’m listening to J Lo, dancing in my minds eye, and moving my arms to the beat. Now of course I have to breathe. I also have to exhale. I’ve been told to whoosh out on the exhale to get rid of toxins. This is true. Next thing I know, Squid is making these weird sounds and imitating my arm movements. “WHAT?” I said. He’s laughing. Apparently my exhaling is too loud. Well, who could hear it with ear buds in?
This afternoon I found out why Peeping Tom’s baggage cost me so much to check in. The little bugger had stuffed it with hooch. I’m going to break his other wing when I get him.