I went to the gym today.
Gorgeous isn’t it? Doesn’t it just look clean and lovely and make you want to go workout? This isn’t a gym it’s a health palace.
Too bad it’s not my health palace.
My gym looks more like:
Okay granted I took the picture while walking on the treadmill but it’s not too much of a stretch, blurring and all.
Why you ask?
Because the one picture I did NOT take was one of the guy next to me. The Walking Bog of Stench.
Oh.my.GOD.
He reeked of stale cigarettes (like the smell was in his pores or something). AND He was wearing 4 layers of clothes in an effort to sweat off his weight. (It must have been working because there was a steam cloud of perspiration around him).
Thus the label of the bog of stench.
But I triumphed baby. Text I sent HZ at 6:01pm: “I’m not leaving until he does. I will not allow the bog of stench to defeat me.”
Thankfully he scuttled away about 20 mins into my 45 minute treadmill routine and oh GLORIOUS OXYGEN! And I am so proud of myself because let me tell you every fiber of my being was telling me to just say screw it and leave. But I toughed it out!
Let me just say that I will NEVER go to the world’s tiniest 24 hour fitness at 5:30pm ever again. Every cardio machine was taken. EVERY SINGLE ONE. and there was still a line of 2o people waiting for available machines. Crazy!
In the meantime I am certain that somewhere David Bowie is laughing at my pain.
Tags: 24 hour fitness, David Bowie, Gyms I wish I could join, Jim Henson, Muppets, Smelly Gyms, The Bog of Stench, The Labyrinth
I’m so glad you lived. I was worried all night that the bog would overtake you and I’d never hear from you again!
dang – that first gym is huge.
I TOTALLY know what you mean about people reeking up the joint.
((shudder))
HZ I had some serious concerns myself!
And CB I know exactly what you mean. I covet that gym. I don’t convet the membership fees or the fact that it’s like 50 miles from my house but I’m still willing to drool over clean new gym equipment.