I forgot to bring in water and after 2.6 miles, I was desperately parched. I hopped off my treadmill and sprinted to the drinking fountain and back. I 'paused' the treadmill, while leaving my fleece next to it and my ipod hanging off from it. I fly back from the fountain to see some guy on my machine. And this tool is talking on his cellphone.
Argh. He's even reset the machine but looking around as if he feels weird about what he's done. I make direct eye contact with him, clearly indicating with all my body language that he has usurped my machine. He gets off slowly, stands there and watches me get back into place. I see he's already set up his water bottle so I firmly hand it back to him. At this point, he asks "So, you're not done?" Uh, hello? No. I am not. Didn't you see all my stuff? I wasn't even at the 30 minute mark. Of course, I don't say those things, I just coolly reply "no, I'm not done." It's worth noting that there were other tm's available. Ah, the gym can be so exasperating.
Which brings me to today and my 2 mile run. I'm going outside. It may be crystal cold out there but it is a brilliant sun radiating in Plymouth, MI. If I scurry/shuffle/jog/huff fast enough, perhaps I can outrace the impending tentacles of hypothermia. And hey, after a sure 4 miles last night, what's a measly 2?
1 comment:
THAT was funny, indeed.
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