We have a high-tech exercise room in the building with some machines that are unrecognizable. I have been planning to use the facility for about a month or so ... head on down and lift some weights. Nothing hard core. Just a little toning workout so I'm not embarrassed on the golf course.
I brought the dogs in a few minutes ago. I went the back way and passed by the exercise room as a part of my plan. I have to figure out the best time of day to go. I don't really want to go when a lot of other sweaty people are around.
I decided it's not a good time. There were six men and four women -- there may have been someone hiding out; but I decided it was not a good time. It wasn't the amount of people present. It was the message I got.
One woman was on some kind of running thing. On the back of her white t-shirt, printed in flaming red, was: It's All in the Hips.
Another woman, on some other kind of device that might have been invented by David Cronenberg, to the right and slightly in front of the other woman, announced in bold, white letters on the back of her green T: "UP YOURS."
Posted by Bill at April 23, 2007 06:15 PMGod, real people in an exercise room? The ones at my California spa are just too forking ~nice~. Could be that it's across the road from Rick Warren's Saddleback Church and they're all striving for purpose-driven lives. Color that boring as all hell.
Posted by: Joel at April 23, 2007 08:07 PMThis is why Jen and I got the elliptical machine in the house. I don't know why, but I get intimidated by the exercise culture that exists in this country.
Posted by: FilteringCraig at April 26, 2007 08:42 AM