So my gym has been dead the whole month of December. Now there are a bunch of chubby middle age people. Which, yeah, they're totally my people. There were not very many muscled tan boys strutting around checking each other out like they wanted to date each other. And I didn't experience the simultaneous head turn of every guy in the weights section as I went up the stairs to the tread mills. Probably because the men there tonight were trying not to sprain something. I think I saw a few limps, though, so some of them did not succeed. I, on the other hand, channelled the rage of all the stupid boys wandering around by the treadmills NOT exercising, watching the little boys play basket ball through the window above the basketball gym, watching ESPN, and probably also noting that I got much back, and that it jiggles. As a result, I had a very good run. The rage flowed.
My coworker was telling me today that they say that many of those resolutionaholics are actually coming to the gym on special six week contracts they got for Christmas. So by mid-february they should all be gone. Then it will be back to the regular crowd of strutters, the girls who "work out" with them, and a few of us chubby people. Home, sweet home.
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