Honestly. I can be such a bitch sometimes. I've ranted time and again about all the people who annoy me at the gym, but today I felt kind of bad about it.
When I got into the locker room, there were a couple of older ladies chatting around the lockers I normally use. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to them; I'm not a bad of an eavesdropper. Besides, I didn't really think they'd say anything worthy of submitting to Overheard in Minneapolis.
My ears perked up a bit when one of them said she'd just run three miles. I was like, "Hot damn! That's impressive." Turns out she'd misspoke -- she'd just walked three miles. But then the older of the two started talking about how she feels stupid when she's using the bike.
First of all, this woman had to have been like 70. She had a cane sitting next to her on the bench. A cane! And here she is saying that she feels stupid using the recumbent bike while people go running by, dripping sweat. Lady, you should not feel stupid at all. We all have to start somewhere. You should be commended for what you're doing.
So, I felt bad for all of my previous ranting and I vowed to stop doing that kind of shit.
Then after I finished my cardio, I went down to stretch and followed this dude into the ... I don't know, studio/racquetball area, I guess it's called. This overly muscled tool had a highlighted, curly mullet. And he looked like he'd raided the wardrobe of some '80s Chuck Norris/Jean Claude Van Damme crapfest movie. My new leaf wasn't turned over for very long. But, Jesus. He had a mullet! I'm only human.
Also, why is Michael Bivins hosting NBA All-Star Saturday night?