I had a slacker day today - I only ran three miles. Why? Because I stink. Really. Once I got to the gym I realized that my gym clothes smelled soooo bad. I was actually worried about someone using the treadmill next to me. So, I ran my responsible adult amount of 3 miles and then came home and put every single gym related clothing item in the wash.
The locker room was terrifying today. I saw a GIGANTIC older gal full of angry purple stretch marks rubbing her extreme nakedness all over the benches.
Without question, the gayborhood extends to my gym parking lot. One gentleman I saw removing his gym bag from his car trunk did not seem to mind that someone had written in his windshield dust "I *heart* cock". And good for him, I say. We all gotta love something!
I just wish all my gym gays would follow me home. I would prefer to live in the gaytto vs. the ghetto any day.
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By the way, I guess I did know that I was stinky before I left my house. In fact I knew yesterday. I just did not CARE until I showed up at the gym.
Your life is so joyful to me. I live in Iowa. Iowa. No variety...at least none that people are willing to share.
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