I did not think that I would write about the gym so much! I now realize the gym is a breeding ground for funny in so many ways.
Last week I had weight orientation with a wonderful trainer. Weight orientation is where they show you the machines, ask what your trouble spots are (like they can’t see) and get you started on a good weight routine. We also laughed a lot, not sure that’s the normal routine but it worked for me.
Well, first of all, I really just thought she was going to show us the machines and explain them… oh no, we had to try them out, etc. I was a little late getting there so I had my work clothes on and left my work-out clothes in the car.
How nice to be trying out the machines in dress shoes, jeans and a white sweater (of course with a stain from lunch on it). People were looking at me like I was crazy. About half-way through the orientation one of my underwires decided to attempt to escape and was poking me in a not so great place. When those things happen there’s no lady-like way to fix it other than grabbing, pulling, shifting and maneuvering. So tough being a woman sometimes.
As we were finishing up I did see a fellow with jeans and a Larry The Cable Guy flannel on using work gloves as weight lifting gloves so I didn’t feel so bad. The gloves even looked like they might have had a little residue left on them from the farming he’d done earlier.
Gotta love us rednecks going to the gym. Maybe I’ll pick up a pair of those gloves this week for my weight work-outs.