Note to self: it’s YOUR blog, you may vent, not vent, write or not write. Hence the reason it’s YOURS dork. Go back to your blog.
Alright! I get it. I finally got offa my duff and got my booty back in the gym. Considering my first adventure when beginnning a workout, I thought I should take this one a little slower. I dropped Noah off in the babysitting room and headed for the treadmill. Now all the treadmills face the same direction – out the window and towards the pool – so we don’t really see each other. But you still have to walk past the other treadmills to get to the one you want, and while doing so, I couldn’t help but notice the outfits that some of these women were wearing! Now, some of these ladies looked great, but some, seriously, needed some help. In the end, though, everyone is sweaty and yucky with stringy hair and nasty smelling feet, so what does it matter what they’re wearing, right?
Except that what they wear doesn’t really bother me – it’s what they SMELL like. And I’m not talking about stinky smells, either. Some women go to the gym looking like they just rolled out of bed; messy hair, goobers in their eyes, scratchy voice. Some women run a comb through their hair, grab a small bite to eat, and brush their teeth before showing up to work out. And then some women arrive at the gym looking like they just left the beauty parlor; hair neatly done in a super-cute do, faces covered in flawless makeup, and they smell like they just had a pow-wow in the Dillards perfume isle. It’s this latter group that I’m going to whine about, because, people? It is NOT ok to walk past my treadmill while I am running jogging on the treadmill and I’m already out of shape and feeling like a 90-year-old asthmatic with emhysema flaunting your $6,000 an ounce NASTY smelling perfume! I nearly tripped over my own two feet because my vision went blurry because you didn’t want the treadmill on the end, you wanted the one RIGHT NEXT TO MINE! There are 12 treads in the room. Why did you choose this one?
Then she started walking. Then walking fast. Then jogging. Then running. Then running FAST. So stinky-chested woman chose to choke me out of my spot and probably chose that spot because I made her look good. With me in my second-hand Nike pants and her in her Tommy EVERYTHING, stinkin up the place and running fast on the treadmill. Sheesh, there should be rules about things like this. Really! But not rules about me being out of shape, more like rules about being in too good of shape. Does that sound like a possibility? Ok, maybe next time I’ll just walk around the track.
Filed under: Life, ME!!!, Misc. Rantings, Random Sampler, Sarah's Rantings, Whining | Tagged: Being Out of Shape, Clothes, Passing Out, Perfume, Stinky People, The Gym, Treadmills, Working Out, Yo Mama
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Perfume and the gym do not mix. I think you should have ‘accidently’ tripped the twit. (or at least dropped some chewing gum on her treadmill.)
Love your venting.
HA! When I was single and working out at Gold’s Gym in Mesa, I always felt like that. I wasn’t even overweight back then but THOSE girls always made me feel out of place in my over sized t-shirt and shorts that didn’t show half of my “A.” I must admit that I DID make sure that my ponytail was the prettiest ponytail that I could make and I NEVER went to the gym with zero makeup on my face. But I did it because I was self-conscious not because I was trying to be the prettiest THANG in the place. And if you didn’t notice I LIKE to use a lot of caps too. So, caps away………I don’t mind!!
I used to be Raysha’s room mate back in the day and she was the prettiest THANG at the gym. Don’t let her fool ya! I personally don’t like gyms because I don’t like to breath SWEATY air. You know, air that comes from a room people sweat in. It makes me gag. Perfumey, sweaty air is even worse. I wish you luck on you quest to be more healthy though. Good for you.
p.s. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m from St. Johns. My maiden name is Platt and I grew up with Helaman. Everyone there still calls me by my full name Koelyn. YIKES! Tell your hubby HI for me.
Don’t like to breathe sweaty AIR, huh? I’m soooo glad there are others out there with funny quirks. And I can TOTALLY tell that Raysha would be Miss Thang at the gym, cuz she still is! She has the cutest hair and fun sense of style.
Helaman says “hi” back.
And I do remember you! You were Miss Thang as a cheerleader at EAC, right?
Thanks for visiting!
uh….funny quirks huh??
Ask Sarah about her water thang…….bwahahahahahah
C’mon? What water thang? It’s not a big deal, I mean NOBODY drinks water once it’s been sitting on the counter for, like, 4 hours or something, right?
I’m with you on that one. Dust can fall into that glass of water on the counter that long. And to leave it beside your bed and take a drink in the middle of the night??? EEEWWWWWWW! Who knows what has landed in that thing in the dark. Another one……..do you have to smell your cup/glass when you take it out of the cabinet before you use it? Yes, I do!!!! Come on, it’s not THAT wierd!!
Whooopeeeee! I’m so glad that you have to smell the glass!! Sure it’s weird, but at least there are TWO of us weirdos!!
I know what you mean! I hate all those hott girls at the gym! I ran next to a guy the other day and I could smell his stinky sweaty working out smell, and it was so nasty! I was offended, although I knew I shouldn’t be…
My sister almost passed out the first time she went to the gym after having her baby! She warned me about it, so I worked out on my own for a month before I braved any classes! She said she saw ‘the tunnel’ and almost passed out, but that’s as far as she got! I wish having babies didn’t reek such havoc on our bodies! I’m back after TWO babies, I SOOO wish I had gone back after one though! Now I have two pregnancies to work off! BLEH!