Fall is here - or as close to Fall as the Southeast gets. There's only a couple of weeks until one of my most favorite pagan holidays ever. I have tons of plans for this weekend. I'll be taking tomorrow off. Just because I can. The little guy and I will find some mischief to make, just the two of us. Saturday M and I head downtown to see Hot Hot Heat in concert and raise a ruckus like only we can. I'm torn between recommending we have tapas or sushi pre-show. I guess we'll sort that out once she gets in town. Sunday is bowling. That should be fun. Next weekend I will go with the family to a Pumpkin Festival on a farm near my parents' house for smoked turkey legs, fresh lemonade and deep-fried twinkies. So my next couple of weekends are all booked up, and it feels great.
I have resumed going to the gym. Last night I biked over twelve miles. I wanted to use the other equipment, but I ran out of time. While I was biking (and reading a book), a lady walked up to a food table they had set out and proceeded to stuff her face with chips and the dips that were set out to go with them. I should have known when the membership scanning machine was down that not everyone in the place was necessarily a paying member. After about ten minutes of bingeing, the lady wandered over to the stationary bike next to mine, reeking of guacamole, and proceeded to try and figure out the machine. All the while talking to herself. Mind you, there were identical bikes on the other side of the gym not being used. But, no. Guac-lady had to pick the one next to me. After a few minutes of fast pedalling on the lowest setting she stopped to take off her shoes and socks! That's when I realized they weren't athletic shoes - she was wearing hiking boots. Weird!! At that point, I looked at the clock and decided it was just about time to get going. Tonight when I go I'll be using the bikes on the other side, hidden behind the treadmills where I can be left to work off my gluttonous ways in peace.
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If the gyms out here start laying out chips and dip I may reconsider membership.
Hours-old salsa and guacamole stench is not conducive to a good workout environment. Of course, this is a women-only gym, so maybe they figure the only way to lure us heifers into the place to begin with is with snacks.
And thanks for visiting!
I just can't believe that would be a draw for a health club. I keep thinking of The Office when Michael pounds down the fettucine alfredo before the big run.
Well, maybe the thought process is that if they provide food for the members, they'll never lose weight and will just keep having to renew their membership. It is pretty weird. They also have nights where they have people come in and try to sell cheap jewelry and various other junk.
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