I Love the Gym. Shut Up. I Do.

It's true. I love the gym. I know, you're not supposed to love the gym. You're supposed to go to the gym and then complain about it over non-fat lattes with your friends later. But I seriously love the gym. Probably because it's not a "real" gym. I mean, there are no men wearing ridiculous mesh wife beaters and short shorts (actually that makes me kind of sad now that I think about it) and there aren't any free weights and walls of mirrors or aerobics going on. And there aren't too many girls with full hair and makeup and cute little outfits either. Not that I'm bitter. Nooo. Me? Hey look over there! (This is my standard distraction method...works like a charm). It's just a happy little girly gym with the fatties and the old ladies and the circuit training and I dig it. And it has the little itty bitty titty ladies (yes, there is more than one of them. They should form a club. They could call it the "I used to be a hippy with perky breast but now I'm scary" club). But my recent favourite is a strange breed of middle aged woman who comes to the gym in her work clothes. Maybe they need one small wall of mirrors to remind some people that they actually are in a gym. Seriously, it's hilarious. To me. Because I don't get out much. Whatever. The best one was a mid 50ish year old woman who was working out in a purple turtleneck and forest green dress pants the other night. No shoes. Just darker purple socks. I have an eye for detail. She had a middle-aged lady gold chain and pendant on over the turtleneck and it just bounced along as she did her thing. At least she seemed to be wearing a bra. Of course she looked like a librabrian so I guess the bra thing is a given really. Which isn't a bad thing at all. I'm so babbling right now. Woo hoo!

* In all fairness I should probably tell you what I wear to the gym just to validate my right to mock (as if anyone would question that!). I wear ultra sext (one might even say UBER sexy) black yoga pants with white stirpes down the side, a white and blue 3/4 length sleeve adidas top and my lovely new New Balance cross trainers. See. Perfectly acceptable gym attire. The shirt is subbed out for washing purposes with a short sleeve black v-neck tee. Just so you know. But then the Duncan ladies spend a lot of time checking out my tattoo (trying to figure out what it actually is I think). And I didn't wear my sports bra today which was a mistake really because I was wearing my new cute bra which is black with criss crossing black ribbony kind of stuff in the front. Not so much for the gym really. And now I've once again strayed over the line of sharing and into too much information land. Okay bye.