Gym People

It's not news to anyone who knows myself and KJ that we enjoy people watching when we go out. We routinely go on coffee dates to Tim Horton's just for the people watching experience. Sometimes it's fantastic in it's awfulness. Other times it's just plain awful.

Watching people at the gym is not much different than at Tim Horton's; the people are sweating, talking too loud, farting and pretending they didn't. The major difference is in the type of clothes people wear in each location. Fewer people at Tim's have their asses hanging out of booty shorts, and fewer people at the gym are wearing their pajamas. Both outfits are hideous, though, so it all evens out.

My personal favourites are the old men who wear things they've clearly owned since 1973. One man I saw yesterday was on a treadmill wearing wool socks, sandals, sweatpants (that came mid-calf and dangled like a tube sock with the elastic cut off), and a red T-shirt that was threadbare in the nipple area. How does that happen?

The people there today were dressed decently enough, but two women in the locker room this afternoon were having an very personal conversation about recently deceased family members as loudly as humanly possible. I know I am not a quiet person, but if I can hear you talking about your mother's heart attack over the music coming through my ear buds, dial it back.

"AND THEN WE HAD TO CALL THE AMBULANCE!"

Aside from that, today was great! Good workout, good food, and good results on the scale. As of this morning, the plateau is over and I am down 12 lbs.

Woot woot!